C.U.F.F.S.

CHAPTER 36

( FLIP THIS SLUT )

 

Down Mexico way, the community found yet another way to torture “pezón grande” (big nipples) which some of the locals began calling the blond grindo slave. Susan was tied to her sulky cart in a most painful way. The harness bars were removed leaving only the seat, axel and wheels. Once more they bent her painfully backwards tying her ankles below to the axels while her body was bent in a severe arch over the seat with her arms tied in back and also tied to the axles but from the top. This left her bowed backwards attached to a set of wheels. A third wheel was attached in front of the frame so it now stood on its own. The only thing needed was some sort of propellant. Two large Labradors retrievers where brought out. The pair of hunting dogs were well trained and worked well as a pair. Again Susan’s ringed bloated nipples were attached by leashes to each of the dog’s harnesses. All that was needed was for someone to call the dogs. The trained dogs ran to anyone who called them. Susan and the attached nipple cart was pulled behind them. Each time the dogs bounded in stride her nipples were yanked. The sulky was light weight and once it got moving the pulling lessen but because the dogs were not harnessed together they often separated slightly and of course since they were attached to the slave’s nipples so went the her wrenched nipples and tits.

 

This soon became even worse than her being the pony girl since the dogs enthusiastically responded to anyone who called them and had no concern for the screaming slave they towed along behind them.

 

Susan heard groups of drunken men laughing and cheering as well a women enjoying this torturous game. Perhaps it was Susan’s fair skin and hot body but the locals were taking a liking to torturing this particular slut slave.

 

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The bar Trent pulled up to was worse than Pam had anticipated. It was located deep within an area with hookers, drug dealers and the homeless shelters and soup kitchens where many of the city’s down and out and simply wino degenerates went for cheap liquor without much hassle. It was an area where not only good girls averted but even the wild risk takers. There was a building and what looked like at one time, a fenced in beer garden. Pam noticed out front of the building two men laid sprawled out on the ground. They weren’t positioned in a typical transient sleeping arraignment but rather looked more like they simple fell down and passed out. Even the young brash girl felt dreadfully uneasy in the suggestive skimpy outfit she wore in this area of town. It was a known fact the police often ignored calls from these back streets and here she was with her ass peeking out from under her skirt and her new breast pouring out of her top. Surely her master wouldn’t want his prized slave to come to any harm here but Pamela Powers would quickly learn just how demanding of a test she’d have to pass for Master Trent to accept her.

 

He open the car door for her and no sooner had she carefully stepped out of it in front of the bar when Trent ordered her to strip. Pam looked down the street and then at the men laying only a few feet from them. She looked toward her master and was about to protest when he shouted, “I said strip slut.”

 

Pam pulled off the little outfit and nervously stood naked in the glow of the street light. “Show me how talented you are. Your slut aunt could get a drunk like him off in less than ten minutes. If you can’t do that, then I’ll leave you out here handcuffed to that pole for the night.”

 

Pamela’s eyes widen as she was stunned at what he was ordering her to do. The dirty man lying before them was passed out or perhaps high on a drug trip. Even in her present state of nakedness hadn’t provoked him to do anything more than just look up at her but she knew she had to prove she was more devoted than her Aunt Susan. Pam got down on the sidewalk next to the grimy man. She took his hand and placed it on her new firm round tits. His touch on her flesh was both nauseating and titillating at the same time to the naked girl. “Hey, baby, do you like me?” she asked.

 

The man seemed to force a smile but he was clearly drunker than hell. His breath reeked of whiskey and he could barely keep his eyes open. Pam knew he would soon pass out so she had to work fast. She worked his pants open and wrapped her hand around his limp dick and began working her hand up and down his shaft.

Pan got little response so she positioned her breasts over his face. The drunk open his mouth and took her nipple into it. “Yah that’s it baby, suck my tit.” She said as she worked his cock just as pair of other men stumbled out of the bar.

 

“What the fuck.” Someone shouted to others in the bar. “Look what Johnny has on top of him.” Before long, 8 shabby men ranging in age from their late fifty to early thirties stood around Pam as she did everything she could to stimulate the nearly comatose transient. As much as she didn’t want to do it, she leaned over and took his rancid cock into her mouth. Her efforts got a response out of the man. The longer the young girl worked on his cock the more aware she became at just what she was doing. She knew she appeared to be every bit the slut whore that she felt her aunt had become but she kept telling herself if she could get through this, she’d have her revenge on her aunt for handing her over to this man who put her into this position. She’d already accepted the reality of her situation. He could easily force her with physical pain and torture to do anything he wanted but if she could convince him that she was his willing slave, then perhaps she’d at least get a measure of satisfaction with her Aunt Susan.

 

It became even more difficult for the once sassy teen to continue as she felt hands grabbing and probing her ass and slit which was proximately sticking up at the men around the scene. Instinctively, Pam swiped at the hand working its way between her fold and into her cunt. Seconds later she heard her master ordering her to continue while he would deliver her ten blows with the cane to her ass for such insolence toward the man simply enjoying a slut slave’s fuck hole.

 

Even the callous drunks who were greatly enjoying the degradation of this naked girl seemed shocked at how brutal the blows which were laid across the young firm ass. Deep welts sprung up with each blow all the while Pamela forced herself to continue sucking on the cock. Only during the last 4 blows did she scream out with the cock in her mouth. This seemed to excite the man she was sucking and he shot streams after streams  of cum down the throat of the first woman he’d been with in years. Grunting while climaxing he forced her head down even further until her lips touched the base of his cock just as the 9^th blow from the cane struck.

 

Finally when both the transient’s climax and her punishment ended, she was pushed off of him like so much used trash. Trent ordered her to get up and get her ass into the bar. She had apologies to pay and a night’s entertainment to complete.

 

For the next three hours any man in the bar was given the rare opportunity to whip the ass, cunt or tits of a young middle class girl. The kind of middle girl who would pass them daily and not only refuse them a handout but not even acknowledge their existence.

Most of the men were too drunk to maintain a hard on but a few fucked her only after Trent demanded they put on a condom. The first man who complained about this was told he could take his used condom and smear his spent load over her face. Pam was bound to a support post where she endured worsening abuse until most of them men finally passed out or drifted out of the place. Often during her ordeal, she’d glance over to Trent, who sat enjoying the exploitation of his slave. Seeing his grin sent mixed emotions of hatred and accomplishment at the same time. Surely she was proving her loyalty to him now.

 

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The true sadistic nature of the two young Mexican boys became even more apparent to Susan on her third day of control and abuse from Juan and Roberto. They came up with an idea for an even more brutal torture of the American’s slave’s tits while she’d be carting the now dozens of men and women who enjoyed driving the suffering slave with the buggy whip. The boys told Miguel their idea. He was a true craftsman when it came to designing and building torture instruments to be use on the many slaves who came to this region.

 

First a collar that was so wide it forced Susan’s head to be held upward was buckled around her neck. The slave could neither turn her head nor see anything but the sky above her. This meant it would ensure any and all directions their pony girl was given would be from the cart’s reigns rather than the slave’s sight. Next six inch heel boots were laced on her. These were needed because starting that day she’d be carting supplies to a few of the slave ranches on the outskirts of town over some pretty rocky back roads. This would be more of a work, rather than a sexual plaything, day for the slave. The boots and Juan’s inventive idea for a different harness would be needed. The weight she’d be towing would be much too heavy for the nipple/waist harness she’d been locked into the past couple of days but Juan wanted to make sure even though she’d be pulling the cart via the waist band that this slut’s tits and bloated nipples felt enough pain for everyone’s enjoyment.

 

Susan sighed when handcuff like opened rings were placed at the base of her tits. These were ratcheted tight and left locked in place. Each of the tit cuffs had a length of chain hanging freely below her tit. The boys and Miguel discussed something just before they reached out to tighten the rings several more clicks. Susan knew her tits would be agonizingly distended and suffer all day long as they bounced and jiggled about in these tit cuffs. Already they were quickly turning a deep dark red color.

 

 The instrument that she would endure for the day started with a pair of metal rods which were connected together at one end by three short links of chain. The unchained ends of the rods ran through rings set on each side of her neck collar. The end result looked like a kind of metal V starting together behind her back and widening front of her at neck level. Next Susan’s arms were pulled behind her and tied at the elbows and wrists just before they were attached end of the poles at the point where they came together.

 

Now the fun was about to begin for everyone but Susan. A thick metal hook was inserted up and into her asshole. The cool metal was thick so it did not cut but it was plenty uncomfortable. A chain attached to the end which protruded out from between her ass cheeks was attached to the same short links which attached the poles together and also where her wrists were affixed. Miguel instructed Roberto and Juan to stand in front of the slave and each of the boys pulled downward on the one of the ends of the metal rods from the front. In doing so, this forced Susan’s wrist and arms to be pulled uncomfortably upward behind her to the point where she began to bend forward in order to deal with the forced position. She immediately discovered she could only bend forward and relieve the stain of her raised arms to the point were the chained hook up her asshole allowed her to do so.

 

Miguel told the boys to hold her like that while he attached the weights to the tit chains. Susan could not look down to see what he considered tit weight were a pair of old 16 pound bowling balls that had rings screwed into them and were now clipped to the chains hanging from each of the tit cuffs. The boys laughed when their slave groan as each of the balls were attached and left hanging from the base of her tits. The strain pulled Sue’s tits downward. These would be counter weights for what was coming next..

 

On the ends of each of the rods which protruded though the collar and in front of the slave were rings. The boys clipped chains to these rings before attaching the other ends to Susan’s nipple rings. When they let go of the poles, Susan screamed. Her bound arms and the ass hook attached behind her pulled downward on the rods in back thus pulling upward on her attached nipples rings and weighted tits in front. The slave would have to deal with alternating tortures which she’d be enduring at any point in time while pulling the cart. She could bend slightly forward and pull up on the hook in her ass and hold her stained arms up and out behind her for as long as she could endure the stain only to be forced to switch her suffering and allow the pivoting of the rods to pull up on her nipples to the point of lifting up her weight tits.

 

Finally the waist harness was attached to the cart while the reigns were also clipped to the chain leading from her nipples. A pull in either direction and the pony girl knew she’d have to turn in that direction.

 

Both Roberto and Juan jumped into the cart before Susan felt the sting of the whip on her flank. The moment she took the first few steps she realized just how extremely more painful this would be than any of the other days. Each step caused the heavy bowling balls to sway and bounce against each other. The weight tugged on her tits which pulled even more on her stretched ringed nipples. The faster they made her move the more her strained arms and weights kept pivoting up and down. Tears flowed from the blond slave’s eyes. She couldn’t believe how much pain these people could give a woman without a care for her as anything other than a slave for enjoyment. Even while standing at rest some of the women of the town came up to the suffering slave and pulled on various chains to see what kind of reaction they could get from the American slave. At least, they felt, the slut would be in no condition to be fucking their men tonight.

 

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By the next morning, Pamela was sore all over.  She had whip marks from her tits to her knees. Dried cum coated her breasts, stomach and face. Her bruised ass was still on fire from the severe caning Trent delivers to her not only outside the bar but twice more when she didn’t appear to act as enthusiastic as she needed to be when asked to be the toilet for two of the men. By this point in the evening she began to wonder if trying to impress this man was worth the pain and humiliation. But it was over and before she was locked into her cell for the night, he informed her she’d earn the right to assist with her aunt’s ordeals during the up coming weekend. In the meantime, Trent was beginning to get hits regarding both of his offered American slaves. He knew an old 30 year old slut like Susan Banks wouldn’t get the kind of money a fresh cunt like Pam would draw but he was a little disappointed with the initial bids. Even at the ripe old age of 30, the blonde had a fantastic shape, great tits and since dropping 8 pounds since her kidnapping she was lean and firm but when a buyer has to dish out between a half to a quarter of a million for a slut slave, he wants to get a good 10-15 years out of the cunt before cashing her in to some back street no limit Malaysian S&M brothel.

 

Trent wondered if the augmentation of Suzy slut’s nipples the Japs performed had become a selling point or freakish negative. Then he remembered the viles of serum he still possessed. Just one treatment on Pam had transformed her from a stunning sexy girl into a shapely, tit jiggling, mouth watering, enticing slut. If the serum could be broken down and duplicated he’d be richer than he could ever imagine even if it was only sold through the underground markets. No flat chested bitch would be safe from guys who could transform their girl friends or wives into the jug jiggling woman they’d always wanted. Trent couldn’t help but snicker as he thought about a fictional packaging concept.

 

STEP 1 –Open box containing a knock out pill and the vile of hooter enhancer.

STEP 2 -Drop pill into target’s drink.

STEP 3- Wait 15 minutes for unconsciousness.

STEP 4- Inject each tit with one half syringe of hooter enhancer.

STEP 5- When your new and improved double-D dream girl awakens, try not to drool and try to act innocent. Point out it could only be a miracle because no breast surgery could have been performed and healed in the short time she’d been out.

STEP 6- Enjoy hours of pleasure with your new melon mama who should eventually be convinced it’s obviously her destiny to be a hot bouncing busty bunny.

 

Trent walked up stairs. He wanted to send out the new photos of his younger full chested slave to entice even higher bids. Trent could not help thinking of all those home improvement shows on the tube which touted how new room additions could bring much higher resale value to the home. He wanted his potential clients to get a good look at the photos of Pam’s new expansive twins. Talk about flipping a cunt for a bigger profit.

 

Several hours after sending off his advertisement of the new and improved sales model of the young American slave, Trent began getting the kind of serious bids from those who deal in this slave trade under world community. These where the clients who could afford such a sought after cunt like Pam.

 

All the hard work would soon pay off, he thought to himself as he settled down with a drink in hand and turned on a video sent over night delivery of his other slave’s first few days on her Mexican vacation. Trent had to laugh at his slave’s strained purple tits. Those boys really enjoy working over a pair of tits. If it weren’t for the fact the doctor assured him he’d let Juan and Roberto have all the fun they wanted with the slave’s chichis (tits) while stopping them just short of any real damage. Since the Dr. Munos was such a fanatic of breasts torture himself,  he knew a lot about the limits of the slave’s tits. Still it always amazed the slaver as he watched his slave being hoisted off the ground. Incredible he thought that  a slut could actually hang from her tits. Trent nearly choked on his drink when he watched Juan and Roberto take turns whacking the helpless slave with a flat paddle as if she was a pinota. Even blindfolded they could judge approximately where her bloated tits would be and gave them a brutal beating before stretching her out for a good old fashion Mexican slaver town gangbanging. It brings a tear to one’s eye to see a whole community pitching in together to fuck a spread-eagle slave on the town’s slave exhibition gazebo.

 

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