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Rusty's van was bad enough... Rusty's van heading down a long gravel driveway with more potholes than the Grand Canyon, just about knocked the poor girl out. She was dirty, sweaty, bruised and close to tears... again.
Rusty mercifully brought the van to a stop and climbed out. A few minutes later, two huge, dirty men in denim overalls opened the side door and grabbed the crate. They wrenched open the door and after unclipping the collar, dragged the contents out. The contents being, of course, the girl wearing that collar.
"Don't treat her like she;s fine china, Billy! Git on now... go get her ready. I'm gonna make me some money toooonight!" laughed Rusty, slapping the back of a guy in a suit.
"Don't worry Mr. Haggert. She will be treated the same as all the girls. Hope she doesn't mind wood splinters... they can feel pretty nasty after a few hours."
The two men laughed as they walked away. The girl watched, then wheeled her mind to focus on balance as she was shoved ahead and wrenched back at the same time.
"Move it, cunt!" one of the men barked at her.
She wouldn't be able to take much more, she thought. She tried desperately to remember her name... come on, she thought.. it's there somewhere.. her name.. surely someone in the crowd before her would rescue her... if only she knew her name.
She was led into a huge red barn and through a few corridors of cows with their heads sticking through the bars of the stalls. They looked at her with their huge, brown-black eyes, as if she were an inmate on death row. She half-expected them to start screaming.. dead man walkin'!
"You like them cattle, cunt? They'd like you, ya know... could give the auction quite a show.. alls we'd have to do is strap ya up tight and show those bulls the way home..."
The girl whipped her head around, her eyes widened with fear, her head shaking, pleading.. no.. please... god no...
Both men laughed and kept dragging her down the aisle. She was thankful when they reached a circular room full of people. The first thing she saw, were half-starved women hung up against posts everywhere. The two men dragged her over to one of the posts and brought her wrists up and over her head, attaching them there. She was forced to stand on her toes, her eyes darting everywhere.
Her stomach turned... literally flip-flopping. A man approached with two younger men following. "This must be one of Rusty's. He likes to starve them like this... what's your name, slave?"
She was startled that she was even being talked to, much less asked a perfectly normal question. "i... uh..." she lowered her eyes and bowed her head.
"See? Doesn't even know her name. Yup, she's one of Rusty's alright. Obedient to the bone, I'd bet... not good for the long haul, though. Put her down at 40."
She blinked, wondering what that meant, and peered at the two men who had scribbled something into two little black books. Just then, a heavyset, rough man slapped a sticker on her hip. She was number 6.
She gulped, her stomach still churning. Fear ripped through her, but a sense of relief came as well. If someone bought her, she wouldn't be under Rusty anymore. However, the one nagging fear that kept intruding on her positive thoughts... was the chance of being bought by someone worse...
A man approached her. He was dressed in a dark suit like many others, but this
guy was dressed in what had to be Armani. The way he walked, spelled confidence.
He stopped just before her, his eyes feasting on her body. For the first
time since she was taken, the girl blushed. He never smiled, his frown
of concentration never breaking.
His hand reached for her, his thumb and finger rolling her nipple, which, to her surprise, became erect immediately. Her eyes darted around, wondering if he was allowed to touch her, since no one else had. Then, his hand snapped downward, his fingers pinching her clit. His other hand shot up and pinched her nipple, and he pressed his body against hers.
"When I squeeze hard, you better cum just as hard, slave." he practically hissed.
Then he pinched and rolled at the same time. Her body shuddered violently, shook and trembled, then she came... hard.
He stepped back, wiping his hands on her hair, and grabbed a notebook from his back pocket, jotting down notes. She gasped, blinking back the shock of what just happened. That didn't happen, she told herself. No way did that just happen.
Her original escorts approached her, grabbed her, unhooked her wrists, and shoved her through a set of doors.
As she waited to be hosed down and slicked up, her mind wandered to the stranger who had made her explode. Her only thought, was if he would buy her. Then her only thought, was wondering if that would be a good thing... or a fatal move for her.
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