Fuck I’m gonna get a wart on my fucking pussy?
Oh Jesus, it’s stiff.
How long would it have been sitting to get stiff?
How many juices are touching me right now?
Next the straps that are supposed to pass as clothing. It doesn’t have a bra and criss-crosses over my body. I pull the straps over me; they hug my curves and cup my tits. Pushing them up so they rest under my chin. They are already big enough, so being pushed up like this is just too much.
Once I’m wrapped like a pork roast with twine, Iplace the collar around my neck. Hating myself as I snap it in place. When we are all dressed like prize pigs headed for slaughter, the men move. I notice they now have a long chain each.
They split up, taking a side each, as the first cages are opened. The girls scream and try to back away. The first girl on my side of the room tries to smack the dickhead in the face.
He pulls a taser from his belt and waves it at her face. She starts crying again, but he doesn’t need to say a word to portray his threat. He’s not afraid to use violence.
I’m forced to watch as he grabs her, roughly clipping the chain to her collar. Then he wrenches her hands behind her back and cuffs them in place ignoring her shriek of pain.
It doesn’t take long before we are all standing in two rows outside the cages. There’s five of us on each, chained to a dickhead. The blonde girl, who was in the cell across from me, struggles on her chain, spewing curses at the dicks.
Without warning, dickhead twowalks towards her and jabs the taser into her ribs. The rest of us stand in horror as we watch her drop to the ground. The four girls chained to her jolt with the surge.
No sound leaves her lips, but I know she’s screaming. Tears pour down her cheeks as she convulses on the ground. He doesn’t stop until she passes out, then he unclips her from the chain.
“We’ll have to tell the buyers that one girl can’t make it to the auction.” He laughs as he kicks her limp body and a weak groan leaves her lips.
“That’s okay, we can add her to the online red rooms. This batch should give us more than enough.” They both cackle as if they are the funniest motherfuckers around. Dickhead two goes back to the front of his chain.
We follow behind them obediently as we are led through the door. Going up a set of stairs before we meet another locked door. This is not their first rodeo.
The first door was normal, but this one is all steel. Heavy duty like a prison door. No one is getting in without a key.
I won’t be able to run, and I’m glad I didn’t try before. I wouldn’t have gotten far and I don’t want to taste his taser. As we are led through the hallway, I scan my surroundings. The blond's screams are still echoing in my mind. Her pained expression burned into my memory.
Am I next?
Is that what I have to look forward to?
I think we are in a mansion. It doesn’t smell of piss and fear up here; no, it’s roses and cleaners. Fancy art lines the walls. The gleaming dark hardwood floors don’t have a single scuff mark on them. My grimy feet leave prints behind, which I’m sure will be cleaned up quickly.
The walls are brightly lit and painted a light brown colour, with light fixtures positioned every 2 feet. Artwork hangs along the hallway, looking cheery and almost mocking as we march towards our nightmare.
They take us to a small room with two doors. We came through one, and I’m guessing we will be ushered out the second soon. They don’tbother removing the chains or cuffs.My shoulders ache as the angle isn’t comfortable.
Dickhead oneheads towards the door after handing his chain off to two. “I’ll send in someone to help guide the cattle and then I have to go get ready and mingle. Snap the photos quickly,” he says firmly before leaving.
I crane my neck to steal a peek before the door closes. I wish I hadn’t. The enormous room beyond mocks me, people dressed in fancy clothing scurrying about.
That isn’t what’s causing the cold sweat to cover my skin. Nope, that would be from the blank white masks the sick buyers are wearing. Just a mask with two eyeholes, nothing else.
Dickhead twosnaps me out of my panic as he steps in front of me. It’s a perverted rotted inbred grin shining at me as he places a string over my neck, his bad breath making my eyes water. The string leads to a card with 707 written on it and he holds up a tube.
“I got to paint your pretty lips red. Though it’s a shame, I can’tjust gag you on my cock and paint them white.”His gaze drops to my chest as his other hand grabs my tit, squeezing it roughly.
He groans as I hold back a gasp. “Biggest tits we’ve ever had in stock. Such a shame I can’t sample the product. Would be the best titty fuck of my life. Time is money after all,” he shrugs.
In my shocked and disgusted state, I don’t realize when he lifts the taser in front of my eyes. “Hold still, or I’m zapping you. If I mess this up, it’s your fault.”
He puts the taser on his belt, then roughly grabs my cheeks, holding my face to the point of pain as he paints my lips with red lipstick. When he’s done, he holds up a camera.
