“Please don’t call the cops! My boyfriend… he just needed one part for his car and… and I told him I could get it for him. Please, I’m sorry, I’ll leave!” Mandy cried.
“Oh I’m not gonna be calling the cops. You’re not the first person to try sneaking in here and stealing from me. The fucking cops never do anything about it.” Leeroy snarled as he hauled the weeping girl into his garage. “No, you’re gonna fucking pay for that part you tried to steal.”
“But… but I don’t have any money.” Mandy said.
“Well I know another way you can pay.” Leeroy said, and began tearing her t-shirt off her body, tearing huge chunks of fabric away with his calloused hands.
“NOOO! What are you DOING!? STOP!” Mandy said, clinging onto her bra now that her t-shirt was in tatters.
Leeroy viciously backhanded her across the face and tore the bra off as easily as the shirt. His hands latched onto her full, heaving tits, his fingers sinking into the sensitive flesh as he squeezed and twisted her soft orbs.
Tears were running down Wendy’s face as she shivered in agony, the rope cutting between her legs was so tight it was crushing her tiny clit and sawing between her delicate lips, even through her panties.
Why had she stopped for directions here? She should have kept driving and taken her chances instead of stopping at this crusty old service station.
“Well hon, I don’t think I know where Carlstown is, but I do know where the most sensitive parts of a lady are hidden. Now I may be getting on in years, so it takes a lot for my cock to get hard, which means you’re in for lots of… erh… ’foreplay’ I think you ladies call it. Aren’t you lucky?” The mono-toothed hillbilly said as he began digging through his toolbox.
When a girl’s chosen to become a helpless set of holes to fuck and abuse, it’s usually because they already fit the standard of beauty of their abductors or buyers. She’s blonde, tall, with huge tits. Or a short red head with a flat chest. Whatever the client wants. Of course sometimes clients want girls with… unique body types. Or perhaps they want a girl they know, but who might not be in the best of shape.
That’s when they call the Coachers. They’re brutal, efficient trainers who don’t care about the girl’s health or comfort. Their captives suffer through tortuous exercise programs that push the limits of human endurance. The only pain worse than the whipping and spanking they endure, is the pain of exercising through muscle pulls and broken bones. The girls exercise for hours on end, eat strict diets that leave them constantly hungry and pumped full of steroids and stimulants to keep them working through their exhaustion. The only time they get a break from all the physical training is when they’re being sexually trained, fucking and sucking while under the lash of their coach.
Mallory had been a heavyset girl, tipping the scales at 250 while only standing at 5’6, but she was also the smartest and wittiest girl at her university. That was fine until she reported her classmate for cheating who was also the richest guy at school, Maxwell Slavendale. Maxwell’s dad had to give the university a very generous multimillion dollar grant in order to keep Maxwell from being expelled. That wasn’t enough for Maxwell though, he wanted that tattling cow to suffer… and if she was going to spend the rest of her life as his sex slave, then she might as well look the part.
“MMMRRGGHHHH!” Mallory screamed behind her gag as the cane left another burning welt on her tender ass. “NNRRGGGHHH!”
“Shut up and take it you dumb, useless cunt!” Coach Banger said, slashing the cane across her quivering cheeks. Mallory’s once fat ass was now taut and firm after three months of intense exercise and near starvation, and her fine ass was now covered in bright red welts. She’d been struggling to hold her legs up over her head, a stretching exercise that Banger knew would improve flexibility and her ability to endure the repeated, pussy punishing fuck sessions she’d have to endure from her buyer. Banger was now giving her proper motivation.
These construction workers don’t have the luxury of fancy bondage equipment… they have to improvise. Mary didn’t truly appreciate the versatility of an ordinary tape measure until it had been used to crush her breasts into a beautiful shade of purple. Mary was begging to eat shit and suck cock after that, anything to free herself from the horrible device…
“You sure gotta a pair of beauties, whore…. Gonna ahve a lot of fun with ’em!”
“Jeez girl, you’re shallow!” Larry said, wincing in pain as his cock slammed into her cervix. He hadn’t even gotten halfway in!
“UURRRGGHHH!” Trisha screamed behind the gag. For her it felt as if a huge iron pillar had just slammed into her cunt, sending nauseating pain radiating through her entire body.
“Well girl, I ain’t never met a wall I couldn’t break down. Your cunt won’t be no exception!” Larry laughed as he began brutally fucking his way deeper into her cunt…
Because of her perfect body, Alexis had been chosen to be a piece of living art. She was the Brothel owner’s favorite and newest acquisition. She wouldn’t be fucked until much later in the party…
“Are you comfortable my little slut? Your owner is here to check you out… Gonna rise a little bit those ankles and that little head of yours for you… Oh yes… you bend beautifully! Now gonna pinch and squeeze those hot nips of yours for a while. I feel like you’re getting bored all alone here. Master’s going to entertain you a little bit…”
A study in accessibility, Shyla could move hardly at all. Her ass was positioned perfectly for anyone to swat, whip or fuck. Both her rear fuck-holes had been taken many times tonight. Cum rolled lazily down her inner thighs and puddled on the floor around her feet.
These people really know how to throw a party,” remarked one man to another as they passed Shyla in the hallway. “I think I’ll bounce this little bitch one more time on my way to the next attraction.”
Shyla couldn’t hear or see because of the mask she wore. All she could do was wait for the occassional cock that would burrow it’s way painfully into her body. With a stellar body like hers, she never had to wait very long. Shyla was hard to resist…