Country Danger

[gagged_Louise]

Looking up at him, arms and hands still bound firmly on the high of her back, Amanda wailed and sobbed. In a flood of light she saw how they had been driven down this alley, herded like sheep, and turned into sex slaves, but when she tried to pinpoint to herself when they should have resisted, it turned vague. The thoughts just irked her: she knew she had only had half chances to speak up and would these guys really have listened? Still she had not dared, and now they were lost. Her best friends had been taken somewhere, had been treated like cheap cunt whores, and she knew that before sunrise she would go to the same place. And it would mean lifelong slavery. Oh my God!

Sensing the foul, tearing conifer pinching the base of her tongue root, she was so lost that her earlier life seemed to drift. But his eyes were inspecting her breasts and her sputtered, greasy face. Soon she would be fucked hard and...

Hannah moaned as Alvin plunged in-out, in-out in a steady rhythm. It hurt, he was too big for her and she thought with fear of how she would be used by this man for the time to come, most likely years. Her hands dug into her back as she tried to get a more comfortable position. His heat was harsh and rough, never gentle, but the groaning left no doubt that he enjoyed having her bound and ready like this.

Bob's talk of her and the others as property made Korah slightly dizzy, she was too tired to fully register what it could mean. Her mind wanted to creep into a cozy corner. "You know, one more...after the branding is over I want to...get some sleep, I could use that" she mumbled. Leaning forward and feeling the heaviness of her arms bound up behind her, she felt as if her whole being was concentrated in her crotch, and she had to make an effort to sit steadily wearing the high heels.
Bob laughed. "Sleep? You're lucky if you'll get any sleep - I don't think so, slave!"

Miriam and Abigail stood uneasily, their hands firmly tethered behind their backs. Almost totally undressed, dirty hair, cum spattered faces and wearing leather collars which the men now tugged with leashes, and then the burnt-in marks - they knew they looked like beasts, or women about to be killed with impunity in a civil war. At least these men didn't seem to be planning on murdering them, but they had made them slaves and cut the connection to their earlier lives. Looking at the dark trees behind the cabin, and the night sky above, Abigail wished she could cry, but she felt so emptied it just wouldn't do. All that came from her was a low, silly whimper. "Let's march them tied to the saddles of our horses, shall we?" Don suggested to Jason.