C.U.F.F.S.

 

CHAPTER 35

( WHO HAS IT WORSE )

 

Trent sat looking at Pam on his monitor. He was trying to decide what to do about his new young property. He was considering two things really. First whether or not to bring her down into Mexico next week to assist in the degradation of her aunt and second to get her tits augmented with the new growth formula he obtained. After they located the five Japanese human bio researchers, he and Miguel demanded payment for what they did to his slave. Together they wouldn’t have been able to afford a reasonable price for the slave even if they had somewhere to keep her back in Japan. The Japanese researchers knew also the authorities of the region would back the slaver and deal harshly with any one who stepped that far over the line. Feeling cornered, they made Trent an offer to settle.

 

The formula they possessed was yet unknown to their corporate heads but like most companies, they had the rights for any discoveries developed by their employees even if it was on their own time. They offered Trent several vial of their experimental escalation body developer, as payment for Sue’s nipple enlargement and irrevocable ringing of her tits. They figured, he’d use it up in no time but they had no idea this slaver had access to one of America’s crime lab. His connection would give him access to a chemical analyzer and since he would only need a small amount for an analysis, he had more than enough to enhance his second slave’s average size tits to tempting larger knockers on her young frame and still obtain the formula.

 

It was this idea that Trent was contemplating. Just how large should he make her tits? And if it worked as they the researchers said, she would not need more than a day for her body to cope with her new size boobs.

 

It was time to see if the young girl would cooperate. Apparently being left alone in her cell didn’t sit well with the young girl and when Trent told her he and her aunt were having a good time down in Mexico celebrating her assistance in her capture she really went ballistic. She’d do anything to get back at her aunt for this and so much more. So when Trent suggested he’d much rather have a hot younger girl working with him instead of her 30 year old aunt the girl showed genuine interest in his offer. He told her how it would be and the fact she’d still be his slave however she’d move up in status.

 

You see from time to time, I can use the assistance of a woman to allure others to me. Sort of what your aunt did when she offered you to take her place to be sold. However any man would be insane not to want a chick like you instead of a slut like your aunt.

 

“Master may I speak?” she politely asked. Trent nodded yes.

 

“Master I know I am just a slave but if this slave may ask a favor of you, would you please stop referring to that cunt of a slut as my aunt. She is trash to put my Uncle Bob and myself into this situation. She deserves to be treated like dirt, piss soaked dirty at that. Master please believe me when I tell you I will do anything you want to get the opportunity to pay that slut back.”

 

Trent liked the girl’s attitude however he wasn’t to keen on the idea that she kept saying it was because Susan put her into the situation she was in. He would have preferred if she wanted to be his slave. Trent knew he had to keep an eye on the young slave but was pretty sure she’d play along at least long enough to get her revenge. “You said you were willing to do anything. Are you sure?” he asked.

 

“Anything.” She replied with assurance.

 

“Ok then. I want my slave with a little bigger tits. Are you willing to have yours enlarged?” Trent was surprised when she not only said yes but seemed eager about it. “Once your tits are augmented I will require you to pass two loyalty tests. Do you agree to all this?

 

Once more Trent was surprised she agreed to everything without even asking what he was considering.

 

Pam was confused when he told her to lay on her cot where he strapped her arms and legs to it. He opened a box which contained a syringe and several small bottles of liquid. He carefully measured a dosage and turned toward his willing slave. He could tell she looked scared. Surely he wasn’t thinking of performing this kind of surgery here like this. It was the first time he’d seen the brash girl’s confidence waver and although ordinarily Trent would loved to have played off this fear he had other things in mind for her. “Do you trust your master?” He asked her.

 

Pam swallowed hard but she told him she did.

 

Trent injected a quarter of the formula in each side of the base of her right breasts as instructed. In a matter of 2 to 3 minutes Pamela began to groan as she felt something in that breast. Her skin felt as if it was tightening and there was an odd stretching sensation. Although she couldn’t see her breast actually growing, she was sure it was larger than her left breast. Trent checked his watch and exactly at the five minute mark he injected her tit again but about 2 inches further from its base. These were the injections that would produce the greatest affect. The two at the base were like a foundation while the remainder of the vile would expand and enlarge the tit.

 

Trent watched as Pamela began feeling the side affects they had warned him about and the main reason the formula wasn’t ready for any formal introduction. With the solution at the base of the tit now solidified, the newly injected dosage had no where else to expand other than outward. A woman’s breast is comprised mostly of fatty tissue and many nerve endings. The pain she was beginning to experience would increase as the nerves were being trapped and would be crushed until the skin finally stretched sufficiently over the newly enlarged breast. The formula was a major break through but it needed the body’s natural response and interaction to work so the breast could not be anesthetized. The medical community would never permit nor risk a woman to endure so much pain just for natural enlarged breasts. This was why the researcher looked to test variations of the formula on crack cocaine hookers and pain slaves. No one cared how much pain they endured. It was also why Trent had strapped Pan down to her cot. There was no way she’d hold still for the same treatment repeated on her right tit.

 

“There all done.” He announced to the screaming girl fighting the wide leather straps. “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” He looked down at the pain ridden slave thrashing as much as she could. “The good news is only during the first hour or will your breasts react to the enlargement. They will slowly expand but height of the pain will be over after that. Once they cease growing the tits will eventually adapt to their increased size. I was told it takes anywhere from16 to 24 hours but think of this slave you will have natural looking and feeling 36D cup tits, give or take a few sizes.

 

Pamela barely heard a word he was telling her. She was in a world of hurt and couldn’t focus on anything but the pain in her chest.

 

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Meanwhile down Mexico way, Susan’s tits were feeling their own dose of pain. They had hooked the blond up to the two person sulkie and Juan was using her to shuttle customers to and from the bars in town and the slave ranches. Naturally, Juan wanted this slave he was given to exploit to experience much more than one of the pony slaves out at El Rancho Tortura. Unlike any of the sulky harnesses used there, Miguel came up with a novel one for Trent’s slave with her new super size nipples. Instead of using a harness around the slave’s waist as the pivotal point to attach the cart’s pulling poles, Miguel used a waist belt with rings which the poles would slide through up to a point before hitting a dowel pin then and only then the cart’s weight was pulled by this harness. The reason for the rings and the design needing the poles to slide somewhat was that her nipple rings were attached to those poles too. However the leather straps were shorter than the length she had to move to begin pulling the cart. This assured her nipples would be pulled to their limits before the waist harness had any affect. To add to the anguish instead of the normal head harness reins Juan attached the driving reins to her nipples too along with weighted bells and of course the large butt plug horse hair tail.

 

Most every action tugged, pulled or jerked Susan’s trapped nipples.

 

Juan’s taxi service went on all day. Susan was given short rest periods between runs and fed with a feedbag as well as being made to drink from the real horse troughs.

 

By 4:30, she was released and allowed to properly rest so she would be fresh enough to endure another evening on the For Sale platform. Susan’s week would be one torment after another while held in this town. She couldn’t believe there was such a place where everyone enjoyed seeing a slave suffer and everyone seem to be a masochist specializing in their own specialty. But what really bothered Susan the most was after a few days she  realized Trent’s comments about an American slave was right. The people of the town and many foreign visitors to the ranches seemed keen on seeing her suffer more so than any of the slaves held there or voluntarily playing a slave girl. They even went out of their way to torture the American slut. When they first came down on the weekend, there were perhaps a two dozen slaves or want-a-be submissives scattered about the area but during the week there were only two others besides Susan, an Australian slaves and a German slave being trained as well as the owned slaves living in town like Dr. Munos’ nurse slave. Susan was the only piece of meat for sale but most of the buyer or reps we gone too. Still the locals displayed just the hatred or perhaps jealously of a woman who grew up and lived much better off than they had it and now they had the opportunity to take it out on her as if she was responsible for everything wrong with the world.

 

Over the week these people enjoyed treating her lower than an animal. The donkeys pulling their carts just like she had to do weren’t beaten or whipped like she was. Even while they waited for the next customer, often women would come up to her and use their hands to make her cum then say something about how she climaxed while making her lick her own juices from their hands. Juan made sure she knew what they said about how disgusting she was. And there were those who picked up sticks or branches and beat her with them because their husband enjoyed fucking the American on the platform at night. It didn’t matter that she was tied and spread open helplessly for their use. If she wasn’t so pretty or there in the first place they wouldn’t be tempted by her. It was always the slave’s fault.

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“How much longer?” Bob dared to ask when Trent brought him his bowl of food.

 

“Probably not much longer. I have received a few interesting inquires for both your wife and your niece. You know as we speak she is growing into quit a woman herself.” He chuckled. “I think that dumb bitch actually believes I would consider not selling her ass in a minute. But you were right about how she despises Susan. I thought it might be fun to allow her the opportunity to get a little payback with her aunt. If I remember, I’ll bring my camera and record it so you will have something to jerk off to since you have nothing else to do.”

 

Bob’s head dropped in defeat. He knew if he dared to speak up to this man, Susan would be punished for his protest. He also thought without even knowing where he was holding Susan and Pam, he could do nothing to help them. “Isn’t there anyway I can convince you to stop this?” he desperately asked.

 

“Sure Bob. All you have to do is out bid any of the offers I receive. Do you have a huge stash of money either your wife or I don’t know about?”

 

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In about 12 hours, The pain lessen considerably for Pam and went completely away during the night. By the next morning she couldn’t believe she was sporting a nice rack. If only her friends from High school could see her now, she thought. Then she realized she was still naked and strapped to a cot in a cell somewhere and this wasn’t exactly how she’d want to be seen by friends.

 

Trent released her and immediately and began feeling up her new and improved tits. “They swelled a little bigger than I thought they would.” He said,  bouncing her tit in the palm of his hand. “But they feel so natural. How do you like them?”

 

“I’m not sure. I never considered getting implants and I’m not too sure what people will think of me with such big jugs.” She replied.

 

Trent had to laugh at her naïve reply. “Slut from the moment your aunt delivered you to me there is only one way people will ever see you. You are a slave, a pleasure toy for others, and a fuck hole. These improvements will tack on a good ten to twenty thousand to your price.”

 

Pam’s face went pale. “Master I know I have become a slave but I thought you wanted to keep me.”

 

How Trent wanted to crush her innocents but now wasn’t the right time. “You have to earn that right, slave. If you want to stay with me, you will have to do things you may not want to do and you will do them immediately and with enthusiasm. If you don’t you will be on the same auction block your aunt will soon be on.”

 

“Please master, give me a chance to prove myself to you.”

 

Trent hadn’t planned on this, however, he had nothing special planned for the evening. “You got a deal slut. Tonight you can prove yourself to me but right now I need your lips on my dick. Get to it, slave.”

 

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Susan was being to experience a full circle of torment and torture. During the day she either was the pony girl for Juan’s slut taxi service or she was rented out as a serving wench at one of the bars. It was a win-win-lose situation for everyone. Juan got paid for letting the bar use his entrusted slut slave. The bar did outstanding business but as always it was a no win situation for the slave.

 

Sue’s arms and wrists were tied in a reverse prayer tie. They pulled her tied wrists high up her back and secured them to a slave collar. Once more the purpose was to posture her body as tits and cunt only. She had to keep her chest thrust forward and outward. There was a large tray attached to a belt which in turn was buckled around her waist but the belt only positioned it firmly at waist level. To keep the far end of the tray level they connected the front end of the tray to her nipple rings. The end result was her nipples and tits alone supported the full weight of the serving tray and whatever was placed upon it. To make things even more difficult for the slave, she wore 6 inch pencil thin heels while her ankles were hobbled with four inches of chain.

 

The bartender often placed 6 to 10 cervezas on the tray at one time while attaching the bill with a pin to one of her cunt lips. If the smallest amount of beer spilled and often even if it didn’t, the whip, with its handle which she was forced to hold up her cunt, was removed by the customer or the bartender and she was whipped for her clumsiness. Half the time when he’d prick her cunt with the bill and pin, she’d flinch enough to make the full beer glasses wobble and slosh some of the beer out. She’d get her ass caned at the bar by the bartender or bar back and whipped at the tables by some customer.

 

And it goes without saying, the slave’s body was groped, slapped, whipped, fingered, poked, twisted and pinched too. Several imaginative men fucked her ass while she was ordered to maintain a full tray of beers. It mattered not that their thrusting into her ass was the cause for spilt beers. The slave paid in many different ways for wasting that much beer.

 

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“Ok my young slave pledge, time to prove you will do anything for your master.” Trent said to Pam. “I picked his outfit out just so you can show off your new sexy body.” Trent handed Pamela a red spandex shoulderless mini dress. The top had ¾ cups so plenty of her new tits would show. The length was as short or shorter than the outfit her aunt was wearing when they picked her up from the bus station and she considered that the sluttiest outfit she had ever seen in her life. To make matters worse she was given no panties so a good portion of her bare ass cheeks hung below the brief hem. This was all topped off with a red locking collar which matched the color of the red heels she wore.

 

Pam so badly wanted to say something about the outfit and how she knew it had to make her look but she remembered she was trying to prove she could obey and would be dedicated to this man.

 

“Now before we go down to a nice dingy bar where many of your new best friends will be hanging and where you will be entertaining them, I want you to read over these cards which you will be handing out tonight so you will have a good idea of what I want of you for the first part of your evening. Just how well you comply and much enthusiasm you put into servicing the patrons will determine your second part of the evening.” He said handing her a stack of printed index cards.

 

Pamela glanced over the top card and became woozy. She looked at Trent who enjoyed the shocked look upon her face. “If you want me to believe you are devoted enough to take charge of slut slave Suzie, your going to have to demonstrate it to me.

 

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