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Sandra stood waiting in the middle of the carless garage. Her latest listing, an isolated 3 bedroom house in the country with an attached two car garage was empty, and she was hoping the prospective buyer she was meeting would jump on the deal.
She checked her phone, looking for a reply from her teenage daughter, Sophie, about when and where to pick her up after cheer practice. The teen’s last practice before the Thanksgiving break. With no reply yet, she tucked the phone back in her purse and straightened her skirt.
She felt a bit devilish now, as she slid her hands down over the fabric, not a panty line in sight. Having been running late this morning she had just pulled on her pantyhose and nothing else. Thinking that her skirt was just long enough to keep everything hidden. And ‘who would see her privates anyways’ she pondered as she darted out the door.
With that ironic thought passing through our Sandra’s brain, she heard a noise behind her in the empty space. She turned to see two large men, dressed in black boots, black jeans and black tight fitting sweaters, entering the garage. She gulped as one said, ”Well hello Sandra, I am Carl, I talked with you on the phone, about a prospective purchase.”
She held out her hand to shake his, sensing something wasn’t right. The other man’s eyes moving up and down her body in a completely obvious, checking her out manner. The even bigger and leering man was carrying a duffle bag and had a growing smirk on his face that made her want to turn and run.
She shook her head and decided it was all in her mind. Shaking Carl’s hand, she turned to pull her listing sheet out of her purse. Then there was a blur of motion and something covering her mouth. Her panicked sudden scream dying off in seconds as she inhaled through the cloth and her world went blank.
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Sandra’s cloudy tear filled eyes followed the feet in her near vision. She felt something tugging at her elbows and moaned into the tape gag so hideously wrapped around her head. Her mouth was pried open and the sides of her cheeks crushed by the tape. Drool and something else horrible leaked from the hurting corners of her held open mouth. She couldn’t make a single decipherable word as she tried to beg and plead.
“UUGHGH URRGHGH” she groaned as she felt the rope, wrapped tight around her elbows, being tightened even further. The man behind her tying them with a length of rope securely to the corner of the wooden shipping pallet she lay curled up on.
Her panicked eyes looked upward as Carl stood tall over her. A clipboard in his hand. “Well don’t you look like the perfect Thanksgiving treat, all trussed up like a turkey.” He laughed.
Sandra tried to scream again, but it only made him laugh harder. She started to sob, her whole aching captive body trembling in terror. She felt so humiliated and so trapped. She could feel her full breasts hanging out over her bra cups, her blouse ripped open to expose her heaving chest to these two horrible men.
Her skirt was embarrassingly pulled up to her waist and her panty hosed legs folded up and bound tight in rope. They had roped her up so harshly, so restrictively, that she realized she had no hope of escape. Her restrained muscles were already starting to throb with hurt and she worried that they had no plans to release her soon.
Her worries only affirmed and her horror growing, when Carl started to speak. “So Sandra, I guess when you were hoping for a sale, you had no idea the product would be your mighty fine thirty nine year old ass?”
Sandra’s faced wrinkled in confusion, then shock and horror as she listened to Carl continue, ”You see cunt…And yes that’s what you are…A cunt, a piece of ass and pussy. You have just been acquired to be shipped overseas to a very good customer of The Syndicate. A sadistic son of bitch named Prince Mohammed Bin Rashman.”
Carl flipped thru the clipboard and then dragged his finger across some of the lines, “Says here, he was looking for a successful, attractive middle aged American woman to keep as a degradation toy. Brunette, well educated, driven and successful. A woman he can break down in the most degrading and humiliating ways.”
“And he’s ordered the premium package. Overnight delivery, secure crate packaging and a selection of the finest gold plated sex toys to train you with. Aren’t you a lucky cunt Sandra? I am so glad we found you on the internet…The states number one realtor last year, your website boasted! Just what the prince ordered. Driven, successful, attractive and now about to be put in her place, painfully I might add.” he said with a lecherous grin.
Carl tossed the clipboard over to the side to land on the duffle bag and he knelt down behind Sandra. The tears were dribbling out of her eyes now constantly, soft sobs finding their way out of her severely tape gagged mouth. Her eyes nervously looked back down her body as she watched Carl pull back her skirt even more. An action that soon had her entire pantyhose clad ass exposed.
Her bound hands, tight securely to a rope cutting into her waist, flexed uselessly as she felt Carl’s large massive hands touch her thigh. She could feel his rough palm drag along the sheer thin fabric covering her hips and ass. His fingers trailing all around her ass cheeks and coming to push into the bulging hump, that was her sex, hidden only by small patch of thicker opaque material and a seam in her hose.
“What a nice little bump this is. There is a lovely pussy just hiding under here, isn’t there Sandra. And what a dirty slutty MILF you are…no panties when out meeting a strange man. Bet when you left your house today, for the final time….You didn’t think you would be lying curled up and bound painfully tight on some shipping pallet and having some strange man fondle your sweet cunt …did you?”
Carl said this leaning over the terrified Sandra. Her eyes bulging out of her head as she listened to his words. His fingers pushing hard at her pussy, so hard the material of her pantyhose was getting driven right up into the folds of her sex. She began to whimper as his finger made its way into her entrance and she felt his digit start to violate her most private spot.
“Damn I would so like to fuck you right now cunt! To just rip a hole in that pantyhose and sink my cock into your quivering cunt. All while you scream uselessly, thru all that tape we done wrapped your adorable mouth in. And ya cunt…your mouth was fucking good. To bad you hadn’t been conscious when me and Bill fucked it.”
Sandra shuddered and groaned, the taste in her mouth coming back to her now, as she realized she had been orally ****d by these two men. She flinched as another hand and face appeared near her. A shining gold demonic looking fat thing landed on the wood and she watched as Bill strapped it to the pallet.
“For the prince to fuck you with when you arrive. Apparently he has plans to keep you fucked 24-7 when you arrive at his personal Saudi dungeon.” Bill said with a sick smile.
He quickly added two more horrendous looking items, letting a sobbing Sandra know they were both meant to train her ass. He strapped them all to the pallet and then stood to check his phone.
“ETA for the shipping crew to arrive? How long till we have to have her fully boxed up.” Asked Carl.
He was dragging over the wooden side walls and top, to finish up encasing their captive for her long journey overseas. He stopped to pick up Sandra’s purse and in a bit of curiosity peeked through it to see what her former life had been like.
Bill scanned thru his messages and looked back down on the crying and horrified Sandra, as he replied, “Still 10am, so in like twenty minutes. Not enough time to properly have some fun with this cunt….Damn! Would have been fun to have her choke on my cock while she was conscious!”
He held a long balled anal toy in his hand and remarked with obvious yearning, “God I would love to have plugged her ass with this and then stuffed my cock back in her mouth while she was screaming! But I guess it’s your lucky day slut, cause you get shipped out of country any minute. So you don’t get to feel the wrath of Bill’s mighty dick!”
He laughed loudly as he cupped the large bulge in his pants and knelt down to fasten the anal toy to the pallet. Sandra just lay there in a panic unable to comprehend what was happening, hoping to god that this wasn’t real. Her tears flowing like a river now.
He drew his hands back over Sandra’s exposed and sheer hosed covered ass and then groped at her left breast. He found her nipple, gripping it between his thumb and finger and began to roll it around.
“You like this cunt…You like being a captive fuck toy slut, don’t you?” he taunted her as she clamped her eyes shut and tried to shake her head. A squeal erupting in her chest as he pinched and crushed her nipple so hard, the strain showed on his face.
“AAAWWWGG AAHG AAHG” she moaned, trying to thrash her head. The ropes biting into her neck and knees, holding her fast. She began to sob deeply as he released his grip and looked over at a questioning Carl.
He had dumped her purse on the floor and was going thru her various ID’s. He had found a picture of a teenage girl, pigtails and pom poms flying in the air as she performed a jumping splits move.
“Check it out Bill!” Carl then held the picture inches from Sandra’s horrified face. “You truly are a hot fuckin MILF, guess this adorable teen cunt won’t ever being seeing her mommy again.”
“Damn shame we don’t have her too Carl, if she has her mother’s ass…well that would be a fuckin amazing thing to see. And look at that sweet pussy just lurking under that crotch. Oh man and those perky teen tits. Imagine tying those great legs spread wide and clamping and tormenting those little pert nubs as you drill her tight teen pussy.” Bill said almost panting.
Carl nodded in agreement and went to place the last sex tool on the pallet for fastening. He stopped and swung it in full view of Sandra’s mournful face. She was sinking into a deep horrified despair the more these men talked. She could barely look at the shiny metal hook thing, swinging above her trapped face.
“It’s an anal hook, you dumb cunt. It goes in here…deep!” he said stabbing the cold metal between her bum cheeks and making her hips flinch, “then it gets strung up to the ceiling, or maybe your neck or hair, who knows…Lots of great ways to torment a fine whore like you with it. And if we weren’t rushed for time, I would twist and push it deep into your snug puckered asshole and show you exactly how it can make you feel agony!”
Sandra lay there forcibly curled up, her breathing uneven as she mentally perched on the edge of complete hysteria. She was trying uselessly to wriggle her hands and feet, to try and feel some little bit of freedom, some little speck of hope.
There was chime suddenly on Bill’s phone. He looked at it and then frowned. His frown morphing into a huge grin.
“They here with truck and lift?” asked Carl distracted, as he absentmindedly tapped a short thick whip in his hand. The last item to be shipped with the Sandra. He knelt to fasten it to the pallet behind her feet. But not before he smiled and delivered three solid quick snaps of the leather, to her nylon covered ass and barely hidden pussy mound.
Sandra screamed into her tape gag as the leather cracked against her ass and then twice across her barely covered sex. Her mound throbbed from the two quick hits he had delivered. She tried to turn her pained eyes away from them and thank god he hadn’t continued with the whipping.
Bill turned the phone around and then laughed. “It’s our fuckin lucky day dude. Seems they had an emergency pickup, looks like one of the Boss’ bitches was misbehaving and so he’s sending her to the prince for free. So our shipping out time just got bumped an hour.”
Carl shook his head and loomed over Sandra, “Let that be a lesson for you, you stupid whore…Don’t disobey your owner. Last time we saw a freebie shipped over to the prince, she was in a sick little snuff film we got back a week later.”
Then both men stood over the utterly shocked and whimpering Sandra. Her mournful tape gagged face growing more and more shocked and terrified, as each man slowly began unzipping his jeans and looking at the other.
“So dude, a whole fuckin hour! Who gets to go first?” Bill asked.
Carl laughed and then shook his fist, “Rock, Paper, Scissors?”
Below the jovial men, Sandra shook in her unforgiving restraints and screamed, her nightmare just beginning.
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Bill wrapped some new tape back around Sandra’s gaping and sobbing mouth. He had to replace the extremely tight tape cleave gag, after wiping away his mass of ejaculations. The old tape not adhering to her cum coated lips and cheeks. Winning the rock, paper, scissors game, he had gotten to go first.
It had been an easy choice of how to use their helpless pleading captive. Untying her elbow rope from the pallet, he had up righted a sobbing Sandra and threatened to fuck her asshole if she didn’t suck his cock.
She tearily agreed and opened her mouth willingly, to accept his long dick, as she perched there on her almost bare ass. Her roped body still folded up. Her knees bound painfully to her neck, her arms still bound tight behind her back, suffering immensely both physically and mentally, as he used her body, her mouth, as he wanted.
Now she lay back on her side on the pallet. Carl kneeling behind her. His cock was jutting straight out of his jeans as he leaned over her scared and tired looking face. “My turn cunt! And I am going to fuck your pretty pussy. This lovely mound of flesh, just waiting to burst out through these panty hose.”
He kept rubbing the dark patch of hair and ridges of flesh mounding thru the pantyhose between her tight tied together thighs. “Just one little snip in your hose and all those lush folds of flesh will spring out! And then I will have a direct route to drive my cock into your oh so hot MILF pussy.” He growled into her ear.
He flicked open a small switch blade and held it to her left cheek, just inches from her eye. He could feel the tremble in her frightened body and delighted in her small whimpers as he trailed the sharp metal blade across her cheek and down over her breast. He stopped momentarily, snickering, “Too bad we have to send you complete to the prince, I wouldn’t have minded a souvenir nipple from today’s little meeting.”
This got Sandra heaving in great deep sobbing breaths. Her concept of the real world crumbling around her as these men lorded over her and treated her, like a thing to abuse and discard. Carl drew the sharp blade along her hip and then traced a route all along her inner, forced together thighs. He stopped the point of the knife just over the bulge of hose hiding her sex and chuckled.
“Hope I don’t slip and cut into your pussy. That would be a bloody mess now, wouldn’t it?”
He gripped her hip and started to push the knife into the pantyhose. Gritting his teeth and mumbling to himself about not being able to fuck her with his blade. The knife broke thru easily and he slide the blade in just a half inch or so, into her lush folds.
Sandra was whimpering and shuddering from the fear of the cold metal blade nestled in her sex, “Don’t move cunt, my blade is right at your entrance. One shudder of your hips and you’ll have one messy loose cunt hole. But of course that would make fisting you easier for the prince.”
She clamped her eyes shut and tried to wish away this horror. A sudden scream erupting from her mouth as she felt something thick and large push into her sex. It was Carl’s thick cock, ripping her open as he drove into her completely to his full depth. His pelvic bone hammering into her left ass cheek as he crouched behind her and fucked into her captive body with abandon.
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Carl had finished putting up the fourth side to the shipping crate when Bill got the text. His phone chiming away as he prepped the top of the wooden structure. He looked down into the crate at a defeated and softly crying Sandra.
“Boy you make a mighty fine looking sex slave honey.” He said as he turned to his phone. “Yep, gangs here Carl, pickup time .Let’s load the bitch up!”
Carl was about to put the top on the crate and screw it down when he heard another phone chime. Both men looked at the floor and the pile of Sandra’s personal belongings they were about to gather and go destroy. It was her phone.
Carl picked it up and a sadistic evil grin flashed across his face, as he looked at the smiling face of Sandra’s teenage daughter and Sophie’s name announced on the screen.
“What’s got you so happy looking?” asked Bill.
Tapping away at the screen, Carl typed in a quick reply. The knowledge that the little teen cunt would have no idea what was about to happen to her, making him hard all over again.
He handed the phone to Bill and watched Bill start to laugh too. “Oh you smart evil fuck!” is all he said as he read the messages.
Sophie: Mom cheer practice done at 3:30 today…you pick me up?
Sandra: I can’t, but my co-worker Carl said he could give you a lift. He’s helping me setup a display home, so he’ll be driving a van and will bring you to the home.
Sophie: K Luv U bye
Sandra: Luv U 2 see you soon.
Both men leaned over the crate and looked in on their groaning and crying captive. Carl took the phone and held it down in the crate close to Sandra’s pained face. A look of confusion and then utter panicked dread, appearing on her tear streaked face.
“Well, well, thanks a lot Sandra, thanks a lot for making it so easy to pick up a new piece of hot teen pussy. Who knows, maybe sometime in the future you two will meet up in some harem or dungeon! Now time to ship you off sweetie, we got a date with your daughter…Yum, yum, fresh teen fuck meat to train!” he said licking his lips lasciviously.
And with that, Carl dropped the wooden top onto the crate. Sandra’s world going pitch black, as she futilely thrashed and howled in motherly desperation. The sound of the screws being driven into the wood, not even registering as she screamed herself hoarse into a despairing sobbing fit.
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