C.U.F.F.S.

 

CHAPTER 32

SUSTANTIVA ESCLAVA FOR SALE

(Slave for sale)

 

The further Trent drove them into the country, the more despondent Susan felt. It was only a hour or so drive from the US/Mexico border crossing but with her experiences and her situation as a slut slave, Susan was flat out scared especially once she felt the car taking some back roads. Finally they stopped. In her blindfolded darkness, Susan tried to listen for clues as to where they might be or what was happening. Without warning she felt Trent remove the sunglasses and pulled the tape from her eyes. It took a little time before her eyes could adjust. Trent opened her door, like a gentleman.

 

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.

 

 Trent said something to the boys who quickly stood up and came forward. She watched him hand each of the boys some money then told her to backup against a chain link fence which was along side of a building that they were parked in front of. Susan quickly obeyed and was shocked when the two boys each grabbed a wrist and in seconds she found they were tying her wrists wide apart to the fence. She wasn’t sure what to do. She looked toward Trent for guidance but he had already turned and started into the building to get out of the hot sun.

 

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 Trent had entered. He was nowhere in sight and she knew she was at the complete mercy or lack there of, of these boys. Susan saw the younger looking of the two  boys holding up another long thin leather strap and he began wrapping loops around the base of her left breast. To her shock he and the other boy each grabbed an end and pulled as hard as they could to tighten the noose. Susan screamed from the pain as her tits bulged into a rigid snared orb that felt like it was being cut by the leather thong biting into her tender flesh. The boys giggled as they continued to make the noose even tighter before making a second loop and repeating the tug-a-war tightening process. This breast bondage was more brutal than what Trent had done to her in her cell. Susan began pleading with the boys who either didn’t understand her or couldn’t care less what she was saying. After a half dozen excruciating loops they used up all the length of the leather strap and began with another one for her right breast. By the time the boys were done Susan was wheezing for air due to the tightness of their tit bondage and her restricted air flow with the leather that was around her neck.

 

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 Trent had gone. Susan stood naked and totally helpless against the chain link fence. The exposed American’s body glisten with sweat from both the heat and her multiple orgasms. She tried to make sense of what was happening. Surely she had monetary value to her kidnapper. Why would he just give her over to some boys as a play thing. The more she thought the more she realized she had begun thinking of herself as merchandise and no longer captive Susan Banks. The inevitable was sinking in and all she could hope for was a compassionate owner.

 

Trent reappeared along with the boys and a burly Mexican man. She was groped and felt up buy the this man while Trent seemed to be praising the boys on a job well done with his slave’s bondage.

 

“She doesn’t need a ring gag.” Trent said when one of the man pulled one out and was about to secure it in Susan’s mouth. “She loves sucking cock. Don’t you slut?” Sue could barely speak but answered yes sir.

 

“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.” Trent answered. “So how do you suggest she should be displayed today?”

 

“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? Trent told the man who was digging his fingers into Sue’s taunt titty flesh.

 

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? Trent asked.

 

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 Trent said something to the boys who went about untying Sue’s wrists and neck from the fence. Her brutally bound were left tied. A moment later Miguel and came out holding a curved piece of wood. It was smooth and had a cock shape attached to its base. From the base the piece wood ran upward about 3 feet on a sharp bend. Susan was ordered to stand with her legs spread. Miguel had the piece of wood behind her and first worked the carved wooden cock up into her ass. They cared not that she wasn’t ready for it and pushed until the thick head passed her sphincter and finally sank the entire length up into her ass. The wooden cock was hard and thick. She had little time to accommodate the mammoth phallus before Miguel next took some leather cords and lashed the curved back piece to her waists. He tied this very tight. Sue pretty much guessed where and who the boys learn to tie such strict binding to a woman’s body. 

 

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 Trent. “Tits and cunt for sale that come with an optional cock sucking mouth.” Susan grunted from the strenuous forced posture. She had to wonder just how sadistic these people were to come up with such a device. The slightest movement was instantly transmitted to the wood cock lodged deep up her ass and with her head held upward she didn’t see when the boys approached her defenseless body with a pair of bells that they now clipped on each nipple. What Sue could not know was some of the weight of those bells was because of a small battery operated receiver and electrical shockers.

 

“Listen up slut.” Trent said standing near Sue. “The boys are going to take you to all the bars and ranches in the area to advertise my offering but you may not like how they do business down here. Everyone and anyone have the right to check out the merchandise so you better behave.” He paused before telling her she would be walking into each of the places by remote control. “So pay attention to this demonstration or I assure you, you will pay more than you could imagine.”

 

Sue felt a long zap to her left nipple. When her high pitch yelp ended, Trent told her that meant turn left. He signaled one of the boys holding the controller to repeat the shock to her left nipple. Susan shrieked but also turned to her left. A repeated zapping occurred to her right nipple. She immediately responded by turning right. “Very good slut. Who says you can’t teach and old cunt new tricks?”

 

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 Trent had done to her and her family, Sue did not want to be away from him under these circumstances. This had to be sadisticville she thought as the boys laughed and chatted about how delightful it was to watch the blond gringo jerk and flinch each time they pressed the controller’s buttons needlessly for fun.

 

Fort Susan, the walk to the first bar seemed like a mile. Her back was on fire from being so excruciatingly arched backwards. Her tits were inflamed and bloated while the constant tugging of the swinging bells and weight of the zapper was driving her wild with pain and stimulation. With her mouth held open by the ring gag she could not prevent the drool that ran down the sides of her cheeks.

 

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 Trent’s name and the words sustantiva esclava several times. It soon became obvious to her this meant slave.

 

“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. Trent ordered the boys to untie her tits but leave the nipples clamps and zappers in place. “I’ve decided you’ll be staying and meet with several representatives coming in tonight. Miguel do they still have the display stand in the town square?”

 

“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 ?”

 

Trent looked honestly surprised at Miguel’s question. “None, she’s a fucken cunt slave for sale. Why would I want to limit anyone’s favorite activities? It might hinder the price.”

 

“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.

 

Trent thought for a minute. “Ok Miguel, I’ll leave it up to Roberto and Juan. I’ll pay you a hundred dollar each to be in charge of tonight’s activities. You can switch off with each other to get some rest. Use your judgment guys. I need to have this slut’s assets seen by the buyer but don’t want to sell her in pieces, understand?” They laughed at his joke. “Oh and buy a few dozen boxes of condoms. I can’t sell a diseased cunt so insist on their use but the slut is to suck all condoms clean, understand?” They readily agreed. Juan and Roberto had been assigned to sale stage duty several times before and jumped at the opportunity because they knew there was a good chance of earning extra money by allowing drunk men go a little further than usually allowed. The more severe the request the more dollars they could pocket. The suffering slaves had no idea how far any limits were agreed upon and if they did they were too scared to ever complain under such conditions. One time the boys doubled what the seller paid them to watch over his sale and all they had to do was take a break for an hour while some Germen visitors had their way with cute Brazilian slave. When the boys returned she had passed out. It took them a little time to revive her and give her a little pick-me-up and she was as good as new. Well almost but what the hell she was a slave and she’d probably experience a bull whipping sooner or later.

 

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.

 

Trent spoke with Miguel some more while Roberto and Juan lashed Susan to an X-Frame in one of the more popular bars in town. The nipple/cunt lip zapper controller was placed on a table before her and a “For Sale” sign with Trent’s code hung above her spread eagled form. Over the next 2 hours, which was considered her “rest period” dozens of men and women who came into the bar, came up to the displayed offering. Her tits and cunt got shocked repeatedly. It was great sport to watch a slut shudder, jerk and arch in pain while holding down a shocker button for an unreasonably long period of time. All the unintelligible pleading thought the ring gag did nothing to influence any of the bar customers from take pleasure in the torture of the displayed slave. One particularly callous dyke removed one of the cunt lips clips and clamped it directly on her clit. This alone made the slave howl in pain. She then clipped the slave’s cunt lips together with the remaining clip then pressed the controller so all four zappers shot their maximum power at once. Susan body rattled the X frame so much it got everyone’s attention in the bar. The dominant dyke roared with laugher and began to finger her own cunt as she came watching the blond slave body tremored and convulsed as the charge shot into her most sensitive of region. Roberto said something to the woman when he became afraid Susan would blackout but instead of showing the slave any sympathy, the dyke slapped Susan across the face threatening to double her torture if she dared to pass out. Only when this woman enjoyed a hard climax did she finally release the triggers. Susan could not catch her breath. Her eyes were closed and yet they heard her whisper, “Please make me cum.” The dyke grin and handed the controller to Juan and only removed the clip holding her cunt lips together. She took a vibrator out of her purse, turned it on and worked it into Susan’s flooding cunt. On her signal, Juan triggered the remaining three zappers. Sue fucked the vibrator while her tits and clit received the painful bolts of electricity. Susan could hear the bar patrons cheering her on as she bucked wildly and repeatedly climaxed.

 

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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