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The Shipments, One long term well trained slave and two newer acquisitions go to auction.
So next time you see a moving truck on the road, ponder what may really be in there..
The little girl in the car seat pointed out the front window of her mother’s car and giggled at the bumper sticker adorning the back door of the moving van stopped in the heavy traffic in front of them.
“Look mommy, that truck is carrying pussy cats!”
Her mother laughed distractedly and then checked her phone. The woman frowned at her phone. There was still no message from her oldest daughter Amanda. She had promised to message her mother after arriving and leaving a campus house party last night.
But after her last text, early in the evening with a selfie of the new dress she planned on wearing to the party, there had not been a word from Amanda. ‘College kids, partying to hard’ she thought to herself.
She tried to quell the weird rising worry she felt as the boxy truck in front pulled away from her at the light and turned right. The ‘Pussy on board’ sticker making her wonder, for a second, as she turned left and the truck disappeared away into traffic.
And unbeknownst to her, it was the closest she would ever be to her 19 year old daughter ever again.
….Behind the silver steel roll up door of the so called moving truck….
“Hey Mike how good a mouth does the little cunt have?” asked the burly bald man behind the wheel of the truck.
“Pretty dam good, I would say Joe.” The man said with his cock currently in the trembling mouth of a nineteen year old college student they had snatched the night before.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the last dribbles of his semen spatter down on to her chest and onto the remnants of her once pretty dress. He gripped her hair and forced her blood shot and teary eyes upward. She hadn’t slept since being abducted last night, her abductors not allowing any break in their constant degrading of her for that.
Instead she had been driven around all night, tied, shackled and tape gagged in the back of this moving truck. Frightened out of her mind as these two men drove for hours and hours around LA. Stopping intermittently to take their turns, using her young body as they liked. And even allowing some other strange men to climb into the back and take what they wanted. To do what they pleased to her innocent body.
Her very first attempt at protesting the abuse, ending up in her screaming and bleeding from a hole that one shouldn’t bleed from. Now when the truck stopped and a man appeared, once the tape was ripped from her mouth, she obediently opened her mouth and sucked away at their smelly disgusting cocks.
She looked up at the man named Mike and he grinned back. “You have a mighty fine cock sucking mouth cunt. You’re gonna sell for a bundle. What’s your fuckin name little slut?”
She whimpered out, “Amanda sir…Pleasse, please ..can I g…MMHMHHMHM”
The tape plastered back over her mouth instantly cut off her begging. Mike pressed the tape firm across her horrified face and then pulled her dress down even further.
Her breasts were now fully exposed and her nipples puckering in the cold air. She was unable to stop any of their rough fondling, her arms bound excruciatingly tight behind her with rope cinched painfully just above her elbows and wrists.
“Fuck, nice tits Amanda…man …I wish we had more time to play with them girl. But we have a pickup to make.”
“Two actually.” Said Joe from up front, “A teenager from that sick old sadist Mortimer, who lives up in Santa Clarita and a fully trained slave from Davis in Pasadena. All need to be at the auction hall by six tonight.”
Locking a snivelling and horrified Amanda’s neck into a metal collar attached to the side of the cargo hold. Mike leapt up into the front passenger seat. “Well then dude let’s get a move on, don’t want to keep those dumb cunts waiting.”
Laughing out loud, Joe turned the truck right never noticing the little girl giggling and pointing at the back of his truck, in the car turning left behind him.
………Pick up #1……
Mike grunted as he dragged the sobbing, blindfolded and gagged teenager across the dirty rough steel floor of the truck by her shackled ankles. Her young chest scraping along the dented and scratched up ridged metal surface. He locked her neck chain to a floor bolt and then drew her feet back up to her pert and branded ass, where a padlock waited for him to lock her into a perfect inescapable hogtie.
“Nice restraints Mort, I hear you keep all your cunts locked up in metal constantly.” He said to the fat man standing outside the truck. Mike ran his hands along the cold steel pole attaching the whimpering girl’s thick uncomfortable neck collar to her wrist cuffs and now chained ankles.
“Can’t trust rope you know. Steel, now that keeps the little darlin’s safely locked away. And nothing like the feel of cold metal being permanently bolted around a young adorable cunt’s flesh to make her realize she’s utterly fucked and she better behave.”
Mike nodded and then asked, “So why you selling this one?”
The fat man laughed, “Cause it turns out this hot young piece of teen pussy actually is the daughter of one of my real world business associates. So I figured I better get rid of it. Just a little to close for comfort, keeping this delectable little pussy around.
And I had two options as I see it. Snuff the little slut or sell her to someone far away. And I like money, so …I went with option 2.”
Mike was joined by a laughing Joe in the back of the truck as they said goodbye to the fat sadist and they closed the rear roll down door. The two men stood towering over the blind and gagged moaning teenager. Mike then turned to his left to smile into the face of a terrified Amanda.
She was kneeling on the floor of the truck her neck still locked into the harsh metal collar. Her lower thighs now also locked up with a set of steel bolted on restraints that Mort had let the pair use.
“You should count yourself lucky sweetie. We could have traded you right there to old sick Mortimer. No telling what kind of nasty metal restraints you could be stuck in now, for all eternity.”
Joe went to one knee and began to fondle the teen lying on the floor of the truck. Roughly he flipped her over onto her back. A position that looked massively uncomfortable for the groaning teen. But for him, it did splay her young legs apart, her almost hairless pussy in full view and already plugged with one of Joe’s long fingers.
“What you think Mike, we got time?”
Ripping the tape off Amanda’s mouth for the sixth or seventh time, he remarked, “We got time dude. Drill the little slave’s cunt and I will face fuck our new little toy here again. She knows to suck it good or we’ll give old Mort a call back and give him first dibs on having her.”
He laughed again as Amanda’s lips launched around his cock and Joe behind him sunk himself deep into the whining, squealing teenager. The sounds of her chains and metal bondage scraping the truck’s floor as Joe began thrusting into her.
……Pick up #2……
The loading ramp of the truck was angled out and down to the ground. Both Mike and Joe stood in the back opening. Their two suffering and abused captive transports had begun shrieking and sobbing loudly in the shadows behind them as the door had rolled up.
“Shut the fuck up you whiny cunts, or I will use the pole on your tight asses again! You want that?” The disturbance behind them died down immediately into just barely audible whimpers. Mike turned back around and jumped down off the truck to great a tall well dressed man and a very subservient voluptuous woman.
She was collared in steel and wore a metal chastity belt, to which her metal cuffed wrists were padlocked to at the small of her back. A large metal hoop and single chain link pierced her right nipple. She was wearing a pair of short hobbling ankle cuffs already in anticipation of being transported to market. A restraint policy that all product being shipped to market by the syndicate, needed to adhere to, after a few almost disastrous escape attempts.
Her submissive and noticeably worried eyes stayed focused on the ground, and not a sound passed her lips as the man put his finger thru her nipple ring and yanked her closer.
“Soo what do we have here?” asked a curious Mike, taking in the sight of the man grasping and squeezing at her ample bum.
“Just saying good bye to my cow. My wonderful little fuck toy for the last two years.” He leaned in close and kissed her on her scrunched up forehead as he fingered her dangling nipple rings and twisted and pulled at them.
“How’s that butt plug and dildo belt feeling slave? Comfortable yet? You better get used to it, it’s staying on till I mail your belt and cuff keys to whoever buys your slutty ass. You better hope it’s someone local.” He finished with a laugh.
The woman just nodded, biting her lower lip as he gave one more final twist of her nipple rings. With a hard resounding smack to her full bottom, he pointed to the truck ramp.
“Come on you silly fat cunt, get in there. You know the drill, it’s not the first time your sweet curvy body has been sold.”
“Yes Sir.” She replied as she diligently and obediently began taking small steps up onto the ramp. An audible gasp coming from her plump lips as she took in the sight of the two teenagers bound and suffering in the back of the truck.
She stopped and tried to avert her eyes from the two whimpering girls, as Joe pointed to the small empty bench on the right side of the truck, “Come on sit you stupid bitch, we ain’t got all day. We need to have you cunts unloaded within the hour.”
Mike took the paperwork from the well dressed man and looked thru it briefly. “So what’s the slave cow’s name?”
The man answered with a chuckle, “Slave cow, pain cow, sometimes just my fuck cow. I have to admit I never did find out its real name. But you know, it’s time for some new ass and pussy to play with. So off to market for this one.”
The woman, whose actual name was Christine, cringed internally at the thought of being sold again. The unknown possibilities of what a new owner might do to her, making her anxious with fear.
Mike nodded at the man and tucked the paperwork into his clipboard. He turned around to see Joe finishing up locking their new shipment’s collar to the wall of the truck’s cargo hold. All while his cock was jutting straight out and the woman’s frightened face pumped back and forth along his shaft as she sat there now freshly chained down for the trip.
Joe shrugged his shoulders, “Heh man …ya know, the opportunity presented itself…And she really does have fucking good cock sucking lips…Jeesuzz Yesss.” He groaned out, as he began to cum in Christine’s wet slurping mouth.
Mike shook his head and reached up and brought down the rolling cargo door with a bang. Locking it he shouted, “Okay horny Joe! You have fun back in there, I am going to get us to the auction house on time.” Adding in a low grumble, “Someone has to be the responsible one around here.”
….The shipment arrives…..
There were plenty of tears and screams abounding as the receiver at the hidden away auction facility finished his job marking the new arrivals. Christine watched him move about the cargo hold enjoying his work entirely too much. Her left nipple throbbing painfully from the large safety pin he had sadistically just pushed thru it.
She looked down at the tag hanging from it as she winced in pain. Then her head shot up as her other tit snapped with pain. “Fuck…fuck “ she muttered in agony as the Mike stood there with a cattle prod in hand.
“You fuckin deaf you dumb cow?” he growled, “The man asked you a question..Now answer.”
Christine shook her head and begged, as Mike put the electrodes to her metal chastity belt, right at the crotch, “I am sorry Sir, so sorry…please… I will answer..Please let me answer.”
She racked her brain for what the man with the receiving clipboard had said, as he had savagely pinned her nipple. Then she remembered and looked over at the terrified Amanda. The teen’s exposed chest was heaving up and down as the receiver grasped her left tit firmly and held aloft another safety pin.
Christine gulped and then spoke, “You asked sir, for me to tell the other girls why we must be pinned.”
He nodded and grinned evilly as he put the pointed tip of the pin against Amanda’s pinched nipple. The girl’s eyes were bulging out of her head and she was whimpering incessantly.
Christine looked straight in to the huge panicked eyes of Amanda, still locked into the truck’s metal transport collar and kneeling painfully on the hard metal floor. “The pins hold a slaves ID for the auction, one side is the barcode, the other side the slaves age. It makes it easier for buyers to see what they may be purchasing during inspection period….Sir”
“Good girl”, said Mike as he patted Christine on the head. Raising his voice over Amanda’s howls of pain as the other man inserted the safety pin thru the flailing about teen’s tit. “You ain’t as stupid as you look cow! NOW let’s move it girls! Time to unload your sorry asses. I need to go pick up another shipment.”
……..
The three captive females stumble and take tiny steps down the ramp. Of the three only Christine appears composed, on the outside anyways. There other two behind her are in various states of distress and are sobbing away.
The last girl in the little chain gang, is almost hysterical as they parade thru the barren old factory. She struggles along attached by a snug neck rope, her leg restraints hurting her as she hobbles slowly. She doesn’t know it now, but she will not be sold tonight.
No she wont, she will be sold next week along with a slew of fresh new straight off the street arrivals. A special sale of pure new innocent product all acquired and ready to sell into permanent sexual slavery by a gang leader known as The Boss.
And for the next seven days she will come to spend her days and nights impaled in holding area #1. The nastiest possible place for a young woman to be kept. No relief, no escape, as she spends every hour perched and impaled on a thick long dildo. Unable to step off or even lift herself off, until a guard sees fit to lower the device.
The unnamed teenager, still blind and gagged tries her best to stay with a sympathetic Christine. Her cum coated thighs from Joe and Mike’s various assaults during transport making the guards on hand point and chuckle. Before the night is out and she is sold, every guard in the facility will have added their semen streaks to her bruised inner thighs.
But she will be sold, to a rather sadistic woman named Helen. Who upon seeing the teenager’s metal restraints, gleefully decides to buy the poor creature and take her home to add to her permanent metal misery.
And Christine, she will be sold too. And unfortunately to a husband and wife pair somewhere overseas. Which means for her strict uncomfortable restraints, that it will be many days and possibly weeks before her keys arrive.
But in the meantime her cock sucking skills and newly learned pussy licking skills will be put to good and frequent use…
This was the shipment…..
And will Amanda be joined by a freshly abducted sweet young thing named Mikayla?
You bet….
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The Shipments, One long term well trained slave and two newer acquisitions go to auction.
So next time you see a moving truck on the road, ponder what may really be in there..
The little girl in the car seat pointed out the front window of her mother’s car and giggled at the bumper sticker adorning the back door of the moving van stopped in the heavy traffic in front of them.
“Look mommy, that truck is carrying pussy cats!”
Her mother laughed distractedly and then checked her phone. The woman frowned at her phone. There was still no message from her oldest daughter Amanda. She had promised to message her mother after arriving and leaving a campus house party last night.
But after her last text, early in the evening with a selfie of the new dress she planned on wearing to the party, there had not been a word from Amanda. ‘College kids, partying to hard’ she thought to herself.
She tried to quell the weird rising worry she felt as the boxy truck in front pulled away from her at the light and turned right. The ‘Pussy on board’ sticker making her wonder, for a second, as she turned left and the truck disappeared away into traffic.
And unbeknownst to her, it was the closest she would ever be to her 19 year old daughter ever again.
….Behind the silver steel roll up door of the so called moving truck….
“Hey Mike how good a mouth does the little cunt have?” asked the burly bald man behind the wheel of the truck.
“Pretty dam good, I would say Joe.” The man said with his cock currently in the trembling mouth of a nineteen year old college student they had snatched the night before.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and let the last dribbles of his semen spatter down on to her chest and onto the remnants of her once pretty dress. He gripped her hair and forced her blood shot and teary eyes upward. She hadn’t slept since being abducted last night, her abductors not allowing any break in their constant degrading of her for that.
Instead she had been driven around all night, tied, shackled and tape gagged in the back of this moving truck. Frightened out of her mind as these two men drove for hours and hours around LA. Stopping intermittently to take their turns, using her young body as they liked. And even allowing some other strange men to climb into the back and take what they wanted. To do what they pleased to her innocent body.
Her very first attempt at protesting the abuse, ending up in her screaming and bleeding from a hole that one shouldn’t bleed from. Now when the truck stopped and a man appeared, once the tape was ripped from her mouth, she obediently opened her mouth and sucked away at their smelly disgusting cocks.
She looked up at the man named Mike and he grinned back. “You have a mighty fine cock sucking mouth cunt. You’re gonna sell for a bundle. What’s your fuckin name little slut?”
She whimpered out, “Amanda sir…Pleasse, please ..can I g…MMHMHHMHM”
The tape plastered back over her mouth instantly cut off her begging. Mike pressed the tape firm across her horrified face and then pulled her dress down even further.
Her breasts were now fully exposed and her nipples puckering in the cold air. She was unable to stop any of their rough fondling, her arms bound excruciatingly tight behind her with rope cinched painfully just above her elbows and wrists.
“Fuck, nice tits Amanda…man …I wish we had more time to play with them girl. But we have a pickup to make.”
“Two actually.” Said Joe from up front, “A teenager from that sick old sadist Mortimer, who lives up in Santa Clarita and a fully trained slave from Davis in Pasadena. All need to be at the auction hall by six tonight.”
Locking a snivelling and horrified Amanda’s neck into a metal collar attached to the side of the cargo hold. Mike leapt up into the front passenger seat. “Well then dude let’s get a move on, don’t want to keep those dumb cunts waiting.”
Laughing out loud, Joe turned the truck right never noticing the little girl giggling and pointing at the back of his truck, in the car turning left behind him.
………Pick up #1……
Mike grunted as he dragged the sobbing, blindfolded and gagged teenager across the dirty rough steel floor of the truck by her shackled ankles. Her young chest scraping along the dented and scratched up ridged metal surface. He locked her neck chain to a floor bolt and then drew her feet back up to her pert and branded ass, where a padlock waited for him to lock her into a perfect inescapable hogtie.
“Nice restraints Mort, I hear you keep all your cunts locked up in metal constantly.” He said to the fat man standing outside the truck. Mike ran his hands along the cold steel pole attaching the whimpering girl’s thick uncomfortable neck collar to her wrist cuffs and now chained ankles.
“Can’t trust rope you know. Steel, now that keeps the little darlin’s safely locked away. And nothing like the feel of cold metal being permanently bolted around a young adorable cunt’s flesh to make her realize she’s utterly fucked and she better behave.”
Mike nodded and then asked, “So why you selling this one?”
The fat man laughed, “Cause it turns out this hot young piece of teen pussy actually is the daughter of one of my real world business associates. So I figured I better get rid of it. Just a little to close for comfort, keeping this delectable little pussy around.
And I had two options as I see it. Snuff the little slut or sell her to someone far away. And I like money, so …I went with option 2.”
Mike was joined by a laughing Joe in the back of the truck as they said goodbye to the fat sadist and they closed the rear roll down door. The two men stood towering over the blind and gagged moaning teenager. Mike then turned to his left to smile into the face of a terrified Amanda.
She was kneeling on the floor of the truck her neck still locked into the harsh metal collar. Her lower thighs now also locked up with a set of steel bolted on restraints that Mort had let the pair use.
“You should count yourself lucky sweetie. We could have traded you right there to old sick Mortimer. No telling what kind of nasty metal restraints you could be stuck in now, for all eternity.”
Joe went to one knee and began to fondle the teen lying on the floor of the truck. Roughly he flipped her over onto her back. A position that looked massively uncomfortable for the groaning teen. But for him, it did splay her young legs apart, her almost hairless pussy in full view and already plugged with one of Joe’s long fingers.
“What you think Mike, we got time?”
Ripping the tape off Amanda’s mouth for the sixth or seventh time, he remarked, “We got time dude. Drill the little slave’s cunt and I will face fuck our new little toy here again. She knows to suck it good or we’ll give old Mort a call back and give him first dibs on having her.”
He laughed again as Amanda’s lips launched around his cock and Joe behind him sunk himself deep into the whining, squealing teenager. The sounds of her chains and metal bondage scraping the truck’s floor as Joe began thrusting into her.
……Pick up #2……
The loading ramp of the truck was angled out and down to the ground. Both Mike and Joe stood in the back opening. Their two suffering and abused captive transports had begun shrieking and sobbing loudly in the shadows behind them as the door had rolled up.
“Shut the fuck up you whiny cunts, or I will use the pole on your tight asses again! You want that?” The disturbance behind them died down immediately into just barely audible whimpers. Mike turned back around and jumped down off the truck to great a tall well dressed man and a very subservient voluptuous woman.
She was collared in steel and wore a metal chastity belt, to which her metal cuffed wrists were padlocked to at the small of her back. A large metal hoop and single chain link pierced her right nipple. She was wearing a pair of short hobbling ankle cuffs already in anticipation of being transported to market. A restraint policy that all product being shipped to market by the syndicate, needed to adhere to, after a few almost disastrous escape attempts.
Her submissive and noticeably worried eyes stayed focused on the ground, and not a sound passed her lips as the man put his finger thru her nipple ring and yanked her closer.
“Soo what do we have here?” asked a curious Mike, taking in the sight of the man grasping and squeezing at her ample bum.
“Just saying good bye to my cow. My wonderful little fuck toy for the last two years.” He leaned in close and kissed her on her scrunched up forehead as he fingered her dangling nipple rings and twisted and pulled at them.
“How’s that butt plug and dildo belt feeling slave? Comfortable yet? You better get used to it, it’s staying on till I mail your belt and cuff keys to whoever buys your slutty ass. You better hope it’s someone local.” He finished with a laugh.
The woman just nodded, biting her lower lip as he gave one more final twist of her nipple rings. With a hard resounding smack to her full bottom, he pointed to the truck ramp.
“Come on you silly fat cunt, get in there. You know the drill, it’s not the first time your sweet curvy body has been sold.”
“Yes Sir.” She replied as she diligently and obediently began taking small steps up onto the ramp. An audible gasp coming from her plump lips as she took in the sight of the two teenagers bound and suffering in the back of the truck.
She stopped and tried to avert her eyes from the two whimpering girls, as Joe pointed to the small empty bench on the right side of the truck, “Come on sit you stupid bitch, we ain’t got all day. We need to have you cunts unloaded within the hour.”
Mike took the paperwork from the well dressed man and looked thru it briefly. “So what’s the slave cow’s name?”
The man answered with a chuckle, “Slave cow, pain cow, sometimes just my fuck cow. I have to admit I never did find out its real name. But you know, it’s time for some new ass and pussy to play with. So off to market for this one.”
The woman, whose actual name was Christine, cringed internally at the thought of being sold again. The unknown possibilities of what a new owner might do to her, making her anxious with fear.
Mike nodded at the man and tucked the paperwork into his clipboard. He turned around to see Joe finishing up locking their new shipment’s collar to the wall of the truck’s cargo hold. All while his cock was jutting straight out and the woman’s frightened face pumped back and forth along his shaft as she sat there now freshly chained down for the trip.
Joe shrugged his shoulders, “Heh man …ya know, the opportunity presented itself…And she really does have fucking good cock sucking lips…Jeesuzz Yesss.” He groaned out, as he began to cum in Christine’s wet slurping mouth.
Mike shook his head and reached up and brought down the rolling cargo door with a bang. Locking it he shouted, “Okay horny Joe! You have fun back in there, I am going to get us to the auction house on time.” Adding in a low grumble, “Someone has to be the responsible one around here.”
….The shipment arrives…..
There were plenty of tears and screams abounding as the receiver at the hidden away auction facility finished his job marking the new arrivals. Christine watched him move about the cargo hold enjoying his work entirely too much. Her left nipple throbbing painfully from the large safety pin he had sadistically just pushed thru it.
She looked down at the tag hanging from it as she winced in pain. Then her head shot up as her other tit snapped with pain. “Fuck…fuck “ she muttered in agony as the Mike stood there with a cattle prod in hand.
“You fuckin deaf you dumb cow?” he growled, “The man asked you a question..Now answer.”
Christine shook her head and begged, as Mike put the electrodes to her metal chastity belt, right at the crotch, “I am sorry Sir, so sorry…please… I will answer..Please let me answer.”
She racked her brain for what the man with the receiving clipboard had said, as he had savagely pinned her nipple. Then she remembered and looked over at the terrified Amanda. The teen’s exposed chest was heaving up and down as the receiver grasped her left tit firmly and held aloft another safety pin.
Christine gulped and then spoke, “You asked sir, for me to tell the other girls why we must be pinned.”
He nodded and grinned evilly as he put the pointed tip of the pin against Amanda’s pinched nipple. The girl’s eyes were bulging out of her head and she was whimpering incessantly.
Christine looked straight in to the huge panicked eyes of Amanda, still locked into the truck’s metal transport collar and kneeling painfully on the hard metal floor. “The pins hold a slaves ID for the auction, one side is the barcode, the other side the slaves age. It makes it easier for buyers to see what they may be purchasing during inspection period….Sir”
“Good girl”, said Mike as he patted Christine on the head. Raising his voice over Amanda’s howls of pain as the other man inserted the safety pin thru the flailing about teen’s tit. “You ain’t as stupid as you look cow! NOW let’s move it girls! Time to unload your sorry asses. I need to go pick up another shipment.”
……..
The three captive females stumble and take tiny steps down the ramp. Of the three only Christine appears composed, on the outside anyways. There other two behind her are in various states of distress and are sobbing away.
The last girl in the little chain gang, is almost hysterical as they parade thru the barren old factory. She struggles along attached by a snug neck rope, her leg restraints hurting her as she hobbles slowly. She doesn’t know it now, but she will not be sold tonight.
No she wont, she will be sold next week along with a slew of fresh new straight off the street arrivals. A special sale of pure new innocent product all acquired and ready to sell into permanent sexual slavery by a gang leader known as The Boss.
And for the next seven days she will come to spend her days and nights impaled in holding area #1. The nastiest possible place for a young woman to be kept. No relief, no escape, as she spends every hour perched and impaled on a thick long dildo. Unable to step off or even lift herself off, until a guard sees fit to lower the device.
The unnamed teenager, still blind and gagged tries her best to stay with a sympathetic Christine. Her cum coated thighs from Joe and Mike’s various assaults during transport making the guards on hand point and chuckle. Before the night is out and she is sold, every guard in the facility will have added their semen streaks to her bruised inner thighs.
But she will be sold, to a rather sadistic woman named Helen. Who upon seeing the teenager’s metal restraints, gleefully decides to buy the poor creature and take her home to add to her permanent metal misery.
And Christine, she will be sold too. And unfortunately to a husband and wife pair somewhere overseas. Which means for her strict uncomfortable restraints, that it will be many days and possibly weeks before her keys arrive.
But in the meantime her cock sucking skills and newly learned pussy licking skills will be put to good and frequent use…
This was the shipment…..
And will Amanda be joined by a freshly abducted sweet young thing named Mikayla?
You bet….