Sold

By Heather ©

(and a heap of thanks to Solomon)

Chapter 3(Amy)

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

WARNING: This story is pretty intense, but as with all my stories, nothing really happens to the characters that they haven’t asked for or injures them. Wait until the end of the story before thinking otherwise, or if in doubt at any time - STOP READING!!

Oh, my god. What’s happening to us? Why are these people doing this? I had to calm down and remember what Jen had told me about hanging on. She’s always been my big sister and I could tell she knew something that I didn’t. It was more the way she had said it than what she had said. I trusted her as the smart one of our group.

I’ve never had so many hands on me in my life; pawing at my nakedness, prodding me over every square inch of my body. Ever since that time I spent the night in jail I had feared women just as much as men. The horrors of that night were coming back to haunt me, and the woman hanging around and holding onto me now didn’t help. She reminded me of that woman in my cell. I’ve got nothing against gay people, but I never wanted to join that life style. That night my cellmate had sat on my chest, forced her hands all over my breasts, and even forced me to kiss her back. I remember crying so hard that night. The only difference from that night and this one was that I’ve had plenty of time to think about such things since and it could have been worse.

It was one thing having so many strange men reaching out to take grabs at me, but it was humiliating to see this woman seemingly offering the men the chance to do it. How could another girl get such a kick out of doing this to me? And she was so aggressive about it, almost like a man might be while doing the same thing.

I kept calling out to Michelle, but she couldn’t hear me. After Jen had been carried out the front door it left Michelle and me on our own. Just the thought of what those men were doing to her was scaring the hell out of me. That thought quickly went away when the girl holding onto me tugged my body to hers and forced my weight onto the brand they had applied to me. I yelped in pain and began crying again from it.

It came to me right then what had started all this. I remembered sitting at the table at the bar and we had been talking about getting some sort of a tattoo with two men and our waitress. They had referred to it as a branding, but I never would have believed that they actually had meant that they would do it with a branding iron. I wished that I could see it, just to know what it looked like. All I could picture was one of the many cattle brands I had seen growing up. Even if we did make it back home, I knew that damn thing would be there for the rest of my life. I started crying because I suddenly realized that no one would put us through all this, intend on raping us, and then simply let us go. I knew they were going to kill me when they were through having their sick, twisted fun. I cried thinking about how I would never see my mom again, or my little brother.

One of the men began pinching at my nipple really hard and I lifted my hands to help squirm away from his hand. With my hands tied together in front of me all I could do was pull up on his hand though. The girl sitting behind me and holding me into this sitting position got mad. She reached in front of me and grabbed my hands to lift them over and behind my head. That pushed my breasts straight out in all too inviting of a way. The man now grabbed both of my breasts and tweaked my nipples so hard I cried out for Michelle again.

I looked for her and saw she was now being carried around the room and the man holding her was offering everyone a free grab at her. I saw a woman lean under her body and it was apparent that she was biting at one of her nipples like a nursing calf. Just then another man came over and began fingering me between my legs very roughly. When he found the right spot, he shoved two fingers into me and twisted them all around. He had a sick grin on his face as I squirmed around to ease the intrusion, and then he withdrew them. He held his fingers up to my nose as if he wanted me to smell them. I turned my head away, but the girl forced my head forward again and scrunched my hair in her fingers. I screamed in pain and when I did, the man stuffed his grubby fingers into my open mouth. The prick rubbed them all over the insides of my mouth and was forcing me to taste myself.

I heard Michelle screaming my name and saying that she loved me and I looked just in time to see her being carried off through the front door. I cried so hard knowing I was all alone now. I knew I was going to die tonight and tears flowed down my face like a river. The girl slapped the back of my head several times and was yelling at me. I had no idea what she was saying and it made me cry even harder. That must have been why she was slapping me, because when I started crying harder, she spun around me and screamed in my face. But all of a sudden, her look changed. She started smiling over me losing it, and then the sick bitch leaned forward and licked the side of my face. The bitch was licking my tears as if they were her reward for abusing me.

I tried turning away from her, but she got mad again and pushed me over and onto my back. I worked feverishly to push her away from me, but she had at least forty pounds on me and had an easy time controlling me. She was staring at me so intently and I could see she was enjoying her domination of me. She started to lean over me and I knew she was going to kiss me. I turned my head, but she sat square on my chest with my arms captured under her and forced my head forward between her hands. She leaned down again and mashed her lips against mine. I heard cheers from all the perverts seeing her get the best of me and felt humiliated by not being able to stop her. Several times she forced her tongue into my mouth and I wanted to bite it off, but I knew that would get me a severe beating.

She tormented me for several minutes while she forced her mouth over mine and even began feeling my breasts. My hands were trapped under her and when I finally gave up and held still, the cheering grew louder. These twisted bastards thought it was so funny that a girl much larger than me was making fun of me this way. I saw another woman pushing her off me, but all she wanted to do was take a turn at biting my nipples and the undersides of my breasts. The first girl held my hands over my head so the second girl had free access to abuse me while someone captured my feet to halt their flailing.

I felt a sharp pain in my crotch and realized that she had shoved her fingers up inside of me. I heaved my abdomen into the air, but she held me in place with the fingers inside of me. I started crying uncontrollably again. When I finally realized I was in their total control, I stopped fighting them and tried my hardest to relax my body. Someone was forcing my knees apart as much as the ropes around my ankles would allow and her hand went nuts masturbating me. She was doing it so hard that my body stiffened up again, but when she grabbed my clit between her fingers, I went into uncontrolled convulsions. When she saw my involuntary response, she decided to make it her job to force me to have an orgasm.

I could tell what she was trying to get me to do for the crowd of people that had come tightly around us and was totally humiliated. She kept squeezing and frigging my clit so hard that my body could only react by instinct. I could tell someone else was helping her and new fingers began forcing their way in and out of me as she tormented my clit. My crying turned into more involuntary reactions that came out as guttural moans and gasps. The two of them were enslaving my body to perform against its will as they laughed at me and bantered back and forth to each other. I couldn’t take it any longer, nor hold it back. I could feel my body was about to climax and begged them to stop. The sick thing from my part was that after a certain point, I didn’t care anymore about the people watching, laughing at me, or the disturbed nature of what they were doing to me. I just had to cum.

My hips bucked wildly into the air and I felt more hands working to hold me down with my knees spread even further. I shut my eyes tight and as my body simply reacted to what their hands were doing to me, my mind let go of its fears for a brief moment. I drove my hips into the air as they forced my body into an orgasmic heaving sensation, and my body convulsed hard as my lips squeezed as hard as they could around the fingers in me. I couldn’t believe the screams coming out of me as the biggest wave of a climax I ever had was forced and stolen from me.

When the vibrations began to subside, I was finally able to drop my hips back to the floor. I was gasping for breath and my chest was heaving trying to get enough air. Whoever had their fingers in me brought them to my face and forced them into my mouth. I knew what I had to do to make them go away and began sucking on them. I became painfully aware of their laughter and cheers again over having turned me into a wanton whore for their amusement.

I heard a man say in English that he was going to love grabbing my tiny tits when it was his turn to get at me. Everyone around me was talking to each other as if they were planning what was next for me. I could tell several people were saying things to me in very broken English, but I couldn’t make out anything else from it. The girl that had started all this began slapping my face. Not hard, but more just to prove that she could. Several people seemed to be taking turns running their fingers through the bodily fluids they had just forced me to make and each time the person would laugh at how wet they had made me.

The man that had been the one to win the bidding on me came over and slapped at the back of the woman’s head that had been tormenting me. It was more of a playful slap between a husband and wife rather than meant to hurt her. The slap seemed to get her to stand aside to allow her husband the chance to assault me. Instead, he reached down and scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder just as my friends had been when carried off. I knew it was my turn to be whisked away and began crying fluently. But I wasn’t carried out the front door as Jen and Michelle had been, but taken into the back of the very building where I had been auctioned off. I was carried through a narrow corridor and into a small room. There was a small bed, a nightstand, and one dresser in the room.

I was slammed down onto the bed and curled up into a ball. I knew he was going to rape me and cried in a begging tone for him to release me instead. The bedroom door opened again and my tormenting female came walking in with a huge snide grin on her face.

She blurted out something referring to me as a gringo and then went into a wicked smile as her husband spoke to her. The woman looked me over like I was a piece of meat and then from her rear pocket she pulled out a switchblade and popped the blade of it out. I screamed until the man covered my mouth with his hand and when I bit at his hand, he punched me square in my stomach with his fist. I doubled over because he had knocked the air out of me and was left gasping for air. He pulled my arms out and the woman slid the blade of her knife through the ties binding my hands and cut the ropes free. As my lungs finally began filling with air again, she went to my ankles and cut them free as well.

The man pulled me to his chest as he sat up against the wall at the head of the bed. He fondled my boobs and I could tell he was making fun of their petite size to his wife because she was looking directly at his hands as he tugged at them unmercifully. The woman got on the bed and crawled forward while forcing my legs spread. I tried fighting to keep my legs together, but her husband twisted my nipples until my legs were the lesser problem.

The woman reached out and with two fingers curved upward, slid them up my bottom until they found their way into my vagina. It was probably made much easier for her because I always shaved my crotch bare, and thus I was still quite wet and slippery from what she had done to me moments earlier. I never liked my pubic hair and love the amazed looks of my boyfriends when they saw I preferred the “little girl look”. Being a female, she knew exactly where to sit her fingertips within me to set my body into convulsions. She giggled when she found it easy to use my bodies’ buttons against me and tormented the hell out of my G-spot while using her other hand to manipulate my clitoris in a frigging motion. Her delight piqued as she stole control of my body for a second time and was talking in a hurried fashion with her husband. Her words seemed to get his grip on my boobs to lessen in roughness and he began tweaking my nipples in a much more tolerable fashion.

Between the two of them, my body was betraying me in that it was demanding that I climax for them again. I felt so ashamed over them getting control of my most precious and private action. The sweat was rolling off my body with a small river running down between my boobs and forming a puddle in my navel. And I guess making my body convulse wasn’t enough for her, because she leaned forward and began biting at my clit to force me to cum for her. It started out too hard, but after a certain point the pain was substituted for a mind screaming orgasm that begged for her attention. I never had a girl between my legs before, and for that matter only a couple of guys, but after I got over the fact that it was a female there, I began screaming out loud enough so that the entire building had to hear what she was forcing from me.

At that moment, another girl entered the room with a video camera in front of her. I couldn’t worry about the embarrassment that being videotaped would normally cause me. I was in the throes of an orgasm that seemed to be lasting for minutes instead of the normal five or ten seconds. It wasn’t until I was finally coming back to earth when I saw there was a second girl standing over us with an instant camera, snapping away. Now I was cringing in total embarrassment and tried to push the woman away from my crotch to no avail.

I was tormented by their groping and pushing around for several minutes as the cameras kept capturing my humiliation. Several times they took close up shots of my shaved vagina and the girl with the camera seemed to know enough English to taunt me with looking like a little school girl still. She made fun of my small tits along with teasing me sarcastically about not being able to grow hair down there. I guess being in the grips of two people who were both clearly larger than me was intimidating enough that I almost felt as though her mockery seemed deserved.

All of a sudden, I was slammed face first into the wall, and when I turned around, the woman was making herself comfortable on the bed, spreading her legs wide as she glared at me. I wanted to fall into a ball of jumbled nerves on the floor as it became clear to me what she expected me to do for her. I pushed back against the wall as I nervously shook my head. The woman spoke to the girls with the cameras and they sat them on the dresser off to the side of me. I could tell they were going to try to force me between her legs and began sulking heavily. I never even fantasized during taking care of myself over something like this and the thought of being forced to do it now scared me to no end.

The girls grabbed me by my arms as the husband watched on while groping his own crotch. I fought as hard as I could, but they soon had me dragged between their friends’ legs and my head was getting pushed forward into her crotch. I was successful in my attempts to stay away from the woman’s crotch, but it made her really mad. I could tell she went nuts swearing about my refusal to get gay for her, and then I saw her husband standing beside the bed looking over us. He said something to the girl that had spoken some English earlier and then she told me, “Eat her, gringo, or you will suffer.”

I shook my head and continued pushing back away from her crotch. All of a sudden I was slammed onto her abdomen with a horrific shocking action. It wasn’t a hand that had dropped me so fast, but as I turned to see what had forced me to fall on my tormentor, I saw the man had hit me with a stun gun. The girls had released their hold of me and I struggled to push my face off the woman whose pussy was so close to my mouth that I could smell her scent. As soon as I struggled to push myself up onto my arms, the man said something again and held out the stun gun in a threatening manner. I shook my head slowly while cringing over the thought of getting zapped again as the girl beside me kept saying, “Just do it bitch… make her your woman.”

I couldn’t bring myself to do it and the guy pushed the gun into the side of my left breast. It hurt like hell, and immediately I fell onto the woman again. I was stunned in place for a moment and felt the woman trying to manipulate my mouth into her crotch. I felt my nose running over her course pubic hair as my face slid between her legs. I finally got my muscles back and sat back again as I began pleading to do anything but what she wanted. The woman sat up and got on her knees, and then slammed the hell out of the side of my face with her open palm.

The girl translated her new demands as she sat high on her knees in front of me.

“Now… you go… between her legs. Go under her.”

I shook my head as the man brought the gun towards me in a menacing wave again. I screamed out and begged him not to touch it to me again, but both of the girls behind me pushed me forward and into the gun. I was zapped for a third time and fell off the bed. I stared up as I waited for the spasms in my muscles to stop to see the man clearing turning up the voltage on the stun gun for a next assault. As I gained control of my body again, I screamed, “Okay, okay” even though I really knew I couldn’t bring myself to do what the woman wanted of me. I struggled to get to my feet and began getting on my hands and knees in front of the woman, but the girl told me to go behind her, on my back. As I realized what she meant, I walked slowly around the small bed until I was behind the woman. All I could do was shake my head at the thought of doing something that would make me a lesbian.

The girls were apparently ordered to persuade me physically and began working to push me first onto the bed behind the woman, and then onto my back. The woman reached between her legs and yanked me by my hair until I was under her crotch with the help of the girls pushing me into place. With the girls holding me down, I was ordered to get started. The woman stayed sitting up high on her knees and that meant that she wanted me to lean up in a struggling fashion to reach her. I twisted my head side to side and then I saw the man reach behind his wife and he pushed the prongs of his torture device into the side of my right breast again. My whole body gave one huge convulsion as the higher voltage made my whole body seem to jump out of its skin.

I could feel my nipples had hardened into taut little erasers under the torture and before I could move, the woman sunk her body down onto my face. Everyone in the room began laughing at my position and as my body came back to life, I began lapping at the full hairy vaginal lips pushed roughly against my lips. When I wasn’t meeting the woman’s expectations, I received a slap against my temple. I began running my tongue through the wetness of her labia and eventually worked my way into her vagina. I felt ill, but at least I wasn’t getting electrocuted anymore.

The bitch began rubbing herself back and forth over my face and extended tongue. I guess I was doing a satisfactory job for her, because I wasn’t getting slapped anymore either. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the husband begin taking off his shirt and gurgled a mournful wail knowing that I was about to be raped as soon as his wife had enough of me. His sadistic grin made me so afraid of how bad he was going to make it for me.

I noticed the man going behind his wife and out of sight. Before I knew what was going on, he had snapped my legs apart and was in between them. I couldn’t believe he was going to rape me as I was forced to tongue away at his wife, but I felt my lower torso being hoisted into position for him to mount me. My legs were flailing around in midair as they hung over the sides of his hips until I felt him lining the head of his cock up with my pussy. I could feel him rubbing the head back and forth between my smoothened lips as if to get plenty wet, and then he plunged his cock into me in one swift motion. It felt like he slammed the whole thing into me as I screamed around the pubic hair filling my mouth.

Tears ran from the corners of my eyes and I got another slap to my face for stopping my motion on the woman. I began wriggling my tongue again just as I found out that the man hadn’t pushed all the way into me yet, because after a brief pause he pushed really hard again and clearly hit as deep within me as my body could possibly accept. I cried out again and just as I was about to get another slapped, I rushed to thrust my tongue back into the woman’s pussy. The man held my torso into the air a little and began taking deep hard thrusts against me. He must have thought a girl’s pussy was much deeper than they really are, because he kept slamming into me so hard that I thought he was going to poke his cock right through the inner wall of my vagina.

My arms were trapped under the woman’s body and my lower extremities were totally at the mercy of the husband’s demands. I was nothing but a piece of meat to these people and they were going to get every peso that they had paid for me out of my hide. My screams from the man’s over exuberance were all muffled from his wife planting her body tight to my face. The one thing her husband seemed to be accomplishing for me was abating my disgust at eating out another woman. I also made up my mind that if he wanted to fuck me again, I would offer him the best blowjob he ever had. After all, I had given plenty of blowjobs in the past and even the worst tasting cock would still be better than getting torn up like this again.

My mouth was getting to the point of hurting so bad that I was trying my best to tease the bitch sitting on my face into having her desired climax just to get her off me. Then the flash from the camera started going off again. All I could do was pray that no one would ever see me in this embarrassing and humiliating position. And then the bastard raping me evidently hadn’t abused me bad enough and decided to begin destroying what little breasts I had by squeezing the hell out of them and twisting my nipples like stuck radio dials. I tried moving my arms enough to grab for his hands, but that just seemed to make him mad. All I could do was cry as I worked feverishly to please the bitch rubbing herself against my mouth to the point of making my teeth hurt.

Finally, I had found that biting at the woman’s clitoris was setting her off, and she screamed at me in Spanish to work her off faster. I spoke very little Spanish, but some screams are very universal. I finally got her bucking furiously and screaming in what was clearly the first orgasm I had ever worked another female into having, and hopefully my last. When she was finished with me, she crawled forward over my head and off the bed.

Now her husband felt free to fuck me like a rag doll. He stood up on the bed dragging my body along with him. He held me by my hips and I struggled to pull myself up into a sitting position on him, but he liked having me slung over backwards, hanging off his organ. All three of the other women were now laughing at my predicament and egged the man on to torment me further and further. A one point his cock fell out of me and he started to place it to my ass. I fought feverishly to grab his cock and place it back to my pussy and begged him to finish fucking me there. I couldn’t imagine the damage he would do to me if he got his cock into my ass.

He was satisfied with my pleas, knocked my hand away and forced me to fall backwards again until my head was bouncing against the mattress. His renewed entrance into me set him on fire and he went wild throwing my body around in mid air. I could tell he was getting closer to getting off, but all I could do to hang on was try to grab at the bedding with my hands to support some of my weight. And finally, I screamed out in pain as he took his final hardest and deepest forced excursions into my cunt so far, and then I felt my insides warming from his sperm ejaculate. He nearly fell over on top of me, but caught himself and just pulled away from me. My body came crashing down onto the bed as he simply let me flop away from him. I curled over onto my side and grabbed my badly abused labia to ease my pain. I wanted to shoot the three bitches laughing at my pain behind me.

I lost focus on where and what the people were doing until the door opened and closed twice. I looked around when I felt a hand tugging at my hair to see the woman opening a pill bottle. The husband came back and stopped her just as she held out two pills for me. I wondered what the pills were, but before I had a chance to ask, the man and woman began arguing over something. It was heated for a bit until the woman seemed quite pleased over something her husband said to her. Then she and the other remaining girl got all giddy. The husband left the room and a minute later came back with a man and two girls about my age.

The man the husband brought back spoke English and told me what was expected of me.

“It seems that you are a girl that has a very good knack for pleasing women. Here are two that you will please for the camera.”

I started shaking my head once more, but he explained that his demands weren’t negotiable. He pointed to the stun gun sitting on the side table and warned me that it was there to insure my behavior. I started trembling as I looked to the two new girls for their aid, but all they did was rub their bodies in a lewd manner to taunt me. I had been offered up to them to make a sick lesbian video, and I was to be the main attraction. The man put his hand on my knee which made me recoil. He began telling me that to save myself a severe beating, not to mention continuous use of the stun gun on me, I should set my mind to make a very pleasing video that they could sell for a lot of money. Just the thought of anyone I knew ever having the chance to see me committing sex acts with other girls was shear torture to my mind.

One of the girls came over and began fondling my left tit. I cowered under her touch. At least she was gentle with me and after the crunching they had endured earlier, her soft hand actually felt somewhat soothing. When she gently rubbed the nipple between her fingers, I felt my chest cave in under her touch. When she took my hand and gingerly coaxed me off the bed, I nervously followed her lead. I stood in front of her as she peeled her top over her head, removed her bra, and then slowly peeled her shorts down over her legs. I stared at her body as it was revealed, and something came over me. When she placed her hand on my shoulder to encourage me to kneel in front of her, there wasn’t as much resistance from me as I would have expected.

I knelt slowly until my face was just a foot away from her pink cotton panties. She wrapped her palms around the back of my head and began pulling me forward, but I got really scared and refused to allow her to pull me all the way to her crotch. I looked up at her and she was smiling so sweetly at me. She seemed to understand my reluctance and rubbed the top of my head soothingly. What I didn’t see was what she was doing behind me as she leaned over my head.

When the girl pulled back, she had wound her left hand tightly into my hair to control me, and was holding the stun gun that she had picked up off the side table in her right hand. She was still smiling at me sweetly, but the words she spoke to me in Spanish were definitely telling me to put my face where she wanted it. That was when I saw that the filming had already started and my porn career debut had begun. I knew I didn’t want to feel the electrifying current of the gun against my skin again, so I slowly allowed her left hand to pull me forward until my face rested against her panty covered vulva. I was still shaking my head as she lifted it slightly, but when my mouth was right at mons level, her words made it clear that I was to begin pleasing her.

I let my tongue lap at the material still covering her, and eventually pushed against the fabric hard enough to feel the crease that encased her clitoris. Her hand left the grip it had had on my hair and I saw her fiddling with the buttons on the stun gun. I was hoping that she was turning it off to show me mercy, and when I saw her smile, I was sure that was what she had done. She reached down and pulled her panties to one side making it evident that she wanted me to lick her most vital bump. I took a few laps at it and felt how strangely course it felt as I tried to get the curly pubes entangled in it out of my mouth.

I guess she liked my touch because she wove the fingers of her left hand into my hair again to pull my face tighter to her vulva. And wearing the smile of a loving angel, she brought the stun gun down to my face and lightly ran the probes of it over my cheek. I could see she was taunting me with it and relaxed as I worked to comply with her desires of me. She then ran the gun down my neck and over the side of my chest until she reached as low as she could go, and then started back up my side as she stood erect again. When she had the tips pushed directly to the side of my left tit, I licked her just a little lower than I had gone so far. I heard her moan softly and looked up to see how pleased she appeared with my effort. She blew me a kiss, held my head even tighter to her mons, and then the bitch pulled the trigger.

Unlike the times before, I didn’t fall to the floor, but instead convulsed as my body tingled from the electric shock until she released the trigger. I couldn’t believe the bitch rewarded my humiliation with a purposeful electrocution. Apparently, she had turned down the voltage which acted more like an electric shock than a stun gun; a cattle prod if you will. I grabbed for her legs when the current stopped and screamed at her. For my scream, I was roughly pulled back to her mons, and given another shock. I begged her when the current stopped to tell me what she wanted from me, but the man watching us told me that she was getting exactly what she wanted. Shocking me was amusing her. I was her toy.

I asked what I could do to stop her attacks and all he offered was to make her as happy as possible. My mind raced to find something that would please her, so when she ran the tips of the probe against the tender skin of my tit once more, I quickly pulled her panties down to wholly expose her crotch to me, and drove my tongue between her legs as deeply as I could. She moaned again, but when she again twisted my hair and pulled me tighter to her, I braced for her torture. All I heard her say was “Gringo”, and then the shock began as I gripped her legs as tightly as I could. This time, evidently my sweaty arms shorted us and some of the current went into her as well. I knew this because she was convulsing a little along with me.

There was a flurry of Spanish being flung around the room as they talked about her grounding herself out and my hands were slapped away from her legs. She was pissed at me and pushed me backwards until my motion was halted by the bed. The girl held my head tight to the bed as she ran the stun gun over both my tits, and then she pulled the trigger again. My skin vibrated with the shock, and after a second, she moved it to the tender skin under my other boob and again pulled the trigger. I cried for her to stop her torture of me, but her angelic smile told me she wasn’t done with me yet. She bent way over while still controlling me by my hair and ran the probes over my stomach, done my belly, and rocked them over my clit. I begged her not to pull the trigger again, but suddenly, both my legs flew out to my sides as my clit took the full brunt of her cruelty. My wetness down there must have increased its effect on me.

I was yanked into position on my knees again and it took no encouragement to make me want to please her. I finished pulling her panties to the floor and she spread her legs to afford me an easier time of getting deeper between her legs. I went right to work in earnest to make her as happy with me as possible. I didn’t get another shock for a couple of minutes until I guess she was tired of getting her clit and the top of her slit licked. Then I got it on the side of my neck for several seconds. I knew she wanted more from me to please her, so I backed away from her while tugging on her hands.

It seemed logical that she would like her servicing in the same manner as the woman had preferred earlier. She caught on to what I was doing and as I lay on my back on the floor, she stepped over me and began squatting over my face. I tried to smile for her to show I was doing everything I could to make her happy. I also tried to keep my hands free to have some measure of control, but she insisted that I run my arms under the weight of her body to entrap me. This seemed to appease her nicely, and I worked on getting my tongue into her as deeply as I could. She was smiling brightly at my compliance and even set the gun on the bed for a while. I felt her have a small orgasm a minute later and tried in vane to make it more than it was. It was the lull after her orgasm that made her pick up the gun again and I watched her get giddy as she ran it over the skin of my chest. She sat up on her knees and I knew she was about to pull the trigger, so I grabbed her ass to brace myself, but she swatted my hands off her.

I gritted my teeth and waited for her to have her fun. When one of the probes was lightly over my left nipple, she pulled the trigger and my skin lit up in electrified pain. When she was done there, she reached behind her and placed the probes between my legs again. I reached up quickly and bit gently at her clit in hopes of appeasing her. But she wanted her fun and pushed on my forehead to get me to lie back down. I waited with the feel of the cold metal probes lying directly on each side of my little man, and then she hit me again. It hurt so much worse down there and I wanted to cry, but it seemed like my tears had run out. The girl stood up somewhat satisfied over her playtime with me.

As I sat up, the man pointed to the other girl that had been close to us all the time and told me that I should make love to her in the same way for the sake of the camera. It didn’t take another word to make me get off the floor and go to her. She stood there obviously awaiting for me to strip her. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. She wore no bra and her tits were barely bigger than mine. I took a moment to feel them and watched for a positive expression from her, but got little approval. I unzipped her shorts and fell to my knees as I peeled the skin tight fabric away from her body. I was surprised to see she wore no panties and even more surprised to find only thin wispy pubes that looked so fine I looked at her again to judge her age.

With her body bared, I stood and was going to pull her along with me as I had her friend, but when the camera got closer to us, I decided to kiss her. She was very receptive to this and participated eagerly. But when I broke it off to please her the way expected of me for the camera, she stopped me and pointed to the gun on the bed. I couldn’t believe she wanted me to hand her the object of my torture, but somehow I found the courage to grab it and held it out for her to take. She looked at it for a second to note the buttons, held it out towards me, and asked me where I wanted it. I knew enough Spanish to know what she was asking and figured maybe I could reduce her use of it by answering her. I reached for the end of the gun and pulled it to my stomach. When I looked at her face, I could see she didn’t like my desired location.

I wanted to die knowing what she expected of me, but I pulled the tip of the gun to the bottom of my right boob and waited. Her hand pulled my hand to the trigger and I was horrified when I understood she expected me to shock myself for her amusement. She held my finger as it rested on the button, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. She swore at me and called me a stupid gringo, so I pulled the trigger to please her. Her fingers instantly held my finger on the trigger for several seconds as my body simmered under the heat. When she felt pleased, she took the gun away and leaned into me for another passionate kiss. I performed as sexily as I could to win her favor, but it did little to whittle away her evil intent.

When the girl pulled away, she handed me the device again and looked at my bared pussy. I tried as hard as I could to cry, but instead, I found myself hypnotically and slowly placing the tips of the stun gun to my own clit area, pushed it against my skin, and squeezed the trigger to get it over with. Again, the shock was increased from my wetness and my legs buckled. Everyone was laughing at me hard as I got to my feet again and held out the gun for my nemesis to take control of once more.

The girl folded her arms and waited for me to do something, so I pulled her towards me as I had the other girl, and this time she came willingly. She made a big production of making herself comfortable on my face for the camera and I went to work eating her pussy like I would prefer any guy to do for me. She didn’t use the gun on me again until several minutes later when she was extremely close to getting off on my efforts. Just as she started cumming, she sat up and slammed the probes of the gun into the middle of my chest and shocked me for the longest time yet. After resting her pussy over my face for a little bit, she stood up and went over to stand by her friend.

I sat up on the floor and after a brief discussion between everyone still in the room, the acting interpreter told me that I was to lie prone on the bed again. I did as I was told and the wife came over and handed me the stun gun again. I looked at the man and begged that I wasn’t supposed to hit myself with it again. He nearly giggled and told me that I had one last act to perform before I was done acting for the camera. I was told to masturbate for it until I clearly had a massive orgasm, but I knew there was more to it. Frigging myself on camera and in front of all these people watching was humiliating enough, but I had been handed the gun for a reason. The man added that I had to shock myself at least three times during my show to entice those that would view my video.

I finally was able to start crying again and begged for their mercy, but instead I saw nothing but anger and was screamed at by everyone. Slowly I found my hand seemingly running down my body on its own until my fingers began slowly twirling over my clit. I was using my right hand to masturbate with and held the gun tightly in my left hand. While I tried to get some response from my body, my mind was trying to decide at which point I should shock myself to make my captors happy. And then I had to decide where I would do it. I quickly decided that hitting my tits each time would be enough and decided that would be pleasing to them.

Someone threw a glass of water on me and I was jeered over my slow start, so I rested the gun on my belly and used my left hand to massage my breasts and nipples. My mind just wouldn’t give me the stimulation I needed, so I looked at the still nude girls off to my right and examined their bodies trying to get myself worked up. I remembered how each girl felt as I licked my tongue through their slits and lapped at their natural juices. I thought about how roughly textured their clits had felt on my tongue despite their apparent smooth surface.

It was working and I felt my heat start to boil. I looked over at the girl with tits my size and imagined sucking on her nipples, and manipulating her small orbs as I would like a boy to do to mine. My bottom started to squirm around the bed and I closed my eyes for a moment to fantasize about what I had done earlier to the girls. When I opened them again, one of the girls pointed at the gun lying on my belly. I grabbed for it and lightly ran it all over my belly, below my ribs, and then up to my tits. I didn’t have the will power to pull the trigger, so I stalled by running the probes back down to my crotch. I saw the girls were getting impatient waiting for the first shock, so I forced my mind to accept my duty, and ran it up under my right boob. I braced for the shock and frantically worked my clit to excite my body. When my breathing grew labored, I closed my eyes and squeezed the trigger.

The shock forced me to release my grip on the gun and I lost my place as far as my impending climax went, so I hurried my pace along to get back to where I had been. Within a minute or so, I could feel a small wave wash over me, but it was barely enough to make my belly wiggle, so I taunted my mind by running the probes over my body again. My mind was finally participating in everything and my body finally responded almost as normal. As long as I kept my eyes off all but the two nude girls, I could believe no one else was watching my most sacred secret actions.

When I began breathing hard again, I ran the gun over my right nipple and gritted my teeth as I quickly pulled the trigger once more. This time, the jolt hardly interfered with my timing and my right hand fingered frantically to push me over the edge. Holding the gun in my left hand still, I dropped it to my crotch to help my right hand accomplish its task. I worked a couple of fingers into my hole slightly and as my climax began to build, my body began heaving like crazy.

The camera seemed so close now and I had the sickest desire to allow it a full view of my wanton acts. I was seconds away from hearing my mouth scream out in ecstasy, so I brought the gun up to my chest again and pushed it hard against the bottom of my left boob. I became frantic in needing to get off now and just as I was about to fall over the edge, my mind betrayed me and I found my hand slamming the stun gun right over my hairless clit. I heard my audience gasping in disbelief over what I was about to do, and as my frigging came to a fevered pitch, I drew away my right hand and squeezed the trigger hard while holding it tightly to my most vulnerable spot. I was in another world and didn’t even realize I was somehow holding my hand on the trigger as my entire body convulsed uncontrollably for many, many seconds; edged on by the electric stimulation of the gun.

When the gun finally fell away and between my legs, I was nearly crying and gasping for air at the same time. My hands grabbed at my tits and squeezed them hard to finish my final waves of ecstasy in front of all my twisted voyeurs, and then I opened my eyes to see the camera staring into my face. I was so ashamed at what I had done, that I instantly turned to bury my face into the pillow in shame.

A couple of minutes later, I felt a hand on my shoulder and it was the wife holding out her hand to me. But it wasn’t to help me; she was handing me two pills. I took the pills and without a second thought, I popped them into my mouth. It didn’t much matter to me what they were, just as long as this nightmare went away. The husband and wife left the room and the interpreter and the girls felt free to assault my body as freely as they wished. And within twenty minutes, I was feeling the effects of the pills. They had stopped using the gun on me and I figured that my buyer had told them to leave it alone.

I awoke to a body stunned by how sore a person could feel and yet still be alive, and a resounding slapping across my face. My entire crotch ached as if it had been ravaged for hours on end. I tried opening my eyes, but I found it impossible to focus on the figure slapping away at me. Someone kept sitting me up, only for me to fall over each time they let me go. I had no idea where I was or what had happened to me. I wondered if I had been in a car crash or something.

All of a sudden it felt like my body was thrown into a pool and I struggled for enough mental capacity to swim for my life. But as I looked around, I saw I was on a bed with a woman standing over me holding an empty pail. I realized she must have doused me with a bucket of cold water and scrunched up my eyes trying to see the woman’s face. I hadn’t put anything together yet, but I had a strong sense that I was in danger. I went to run, but only fell off the bed when my legs failed to work.

Minutes later I woke again to two girls dressing me. As I was finally able to focus on one of them, I realized that I knew her from somewhere and wondered why I would be undressed in front of her. The thought that I was coming out of a drunken stupor came to me, and then just as quickly, everything that had happened earlier flooded my mind as I denoted the shape of the stun gun lying on the table next to me.

I bolted upright just as a top was being dragged down around my head and I kicked myself back against the wall. I began crying right off and immediately began begging to be released. I heard a hoarse laugh from the other side of me and turned to see a man counting out a huge wad of money. The auction came back to my memory and I wondered if another auction was going to take place, but as the man stared at me with a devilish grin, the thought came to me that the money he was counting could very well have been paid to buy me a second time. Perhaps that was why I was being dressed again. I shook like a scared puppy as I tried to make sense of my situation.

One of the girls that had been dressing me approached with what appeared to be a hood she was holding open. I didn’t want to be sold again. It wasn’t right and I was afraid of what a new sadistic owner might do to me. Thoughts of the stun gun burning into my flesh were obviously real. I remembered seeing the burn marks on my chest just before the top had been pulled over my head. All I could envision was a larger, more powerful cattle prod that might be my next device of torture.

I began pleading for mercy yet again as one girl held my hands and the other forced the hood over my head. I felt her tying it about my neck and began wailing. Someone was trying to calm me down and I heard her say, “Be quiet for your own good.”

I couldn’t control myself and cried profusely as I sat there with my back against the wall. After several efforts failed to quiet me, I felt someone lifting my shirt. I wondered what they were doing, and then as I felt something cold being pushed against the side of my left breast I shuddered when their prior torture came back to mind. I screamed out just as the jolt went through my body and stunned me into a dead silence. Even before I got over the shock I received I could hear someone telling me to keep my mouth shut. Remembering what had gone on earlier made me weep very quietly to myself, but mostly stopped my uncontrolled fit.

I was lifted off the bed and found it next to impossible to stand. The aching between my legs left me wondering what horrible torture I had suffered at my captors’ hands while I was passed out. I was so sore in my vaginal area that I wondered if I had gone through an operation of some sort.

It was clear that I was being walked out into the night air and thoughts ran through my head of being executed with a gunshot to the back of my head, but when I heard a door opening, I realized I was being taken someplace. That was the first time I thought about my friends and what they might be going through.

Someone tugged me into the vehicle and I was pushed into a lying position on the floor of it. I guessed it was a work van of sorts. I was given a final stern warning to keep quiet and that my life depended on it, and then I could tell some kind of a door was being closed on me.

About fifteen minutes later, the doors opened and I could tell someone else was being pushed against me, but I took their warning very serious about being quiet. I guessed that I was indeed being sold again and that another victim was being placed next to me. Then it occurred to me that it could very well be Jen or Michelle. I wanted to whisper their names, but I was deftly afraid of more punishment and held my tongue.

In another ten minutes, the doors opened again and yet someone new was being shoved into what I was now assuming was a hidden compartment within the van. I heard a man’s voice talking about the money he had made and wondered if he was talking about selling me. I began to think that I had been on some sort of a torture sex farm like I had been warned about as a little girl. I remembered the stories of how after being trained into submission that other twisted perverts would barter for your life to be their own slave. I began thinking that I was indeed headed for a new home, probably much deeper into the bowels of Mexico.

The van started up and I shook in abject fear of all the things I didn’t know. We rumbled into motion and for all too long, I could feel us traveling over dirt roads. My fears of being summarily executed out in the middle of the desert came flooding back to me and tears began soaking my eyes. It seemed like an hour before the van pulled to a stop. I could tell we were being pulled out of the van and just being away from the two other bodies I had been crunched up with gave me new air to breathe.

I felt someone dragging the hood from around my neck without untying it. It was nearly pitch black except for the little bit of moonlight. As my eyes became accustomed to the area, I saw nothing but empty desert around us. I wanted to freak out so bad, but I knew I had to keep from pissing off my assailants. I turned around to see the two other figures standing and waiting for their hoods to be removed.

Somehow, I just knew that the first figure I looked at was Jen and I cried out her name. I looked at the other figure and as they pulled off her hood, I saw it was Michelle. I was now torn between my fear of being killed and delight at knowing we were all still alive. I looked back at Jen and saw the man behind her draw a gun up to her head and screamed for him to stop. It took Jen a second to get the hood off her head, but when she saw the gun pointed at her, she became as frightened as I was at the moment.

The bastards asked about our brands and how we liked them. Jen took it that they were talking to her and answered probably the same way Michelle or I might have with a gun to our heads. Finally the man dropped the gun and told us to walk down the road two miles to reach an awaiting cab. I was ready to run all the way to it despite my pains, but I waited to follow Jen’s lead. I always considered her the most level headed of the three of us. The man handed her a backpack, I think, and I assumed it was hers all along. All the men got back into the van and quickly drove off leaving us out in the middle of the desert. Despite my fear of the being in the middle of nowhere, I was just happy to be alive and free of my tormentors.

Jen encouraged us to walk as fast as possible for the cab down the roadway, but it was impossible for me to walk without looking over her body. Her face was a mess and looked like she had been beaten to a pulp. One eye was half swollen shut and blackened, her hair was a total rat’s nest, there was a cut on her lip and her legs had bruises all over them. By the way she was walking in such a halting fashion I assumed she had been raped many times.

As we walked down the road, Michelle said something that made me realize that much more time had elapsed than I had presumed. It occurred to me that when we were sold that we had been told our stay would be for two days, yet I could only remember parts of that first night of horror.

I watched Jen limping along down the road always coaxing us to hurry up. She was going through the bag she had been handed and took out a big envelope. I saw her looking at something and after a few moments she stopped walking and was looking at something else quite closely. I looked over at her and when I saw the tiny specks of shiny metal at the end of the piece, I knew exactly what it was and why she had it. It was to remind me of why I should stay silent. It was those damn metal prongs from the end of the stun gun that had been used on me repeatedly, and then my mouth fell open when I remembered how they had forced me to use it on myself as I masturbated in front of the video camera. I wanted to slink into death when I feared what the other girls might know, and then Jen handed me the envelope. I could see that both she and Michelle had figured out what the object was, and was embarrassed that they even knew it had been used on me.

I peeked into the envelope and saw what appeared to be cards. I pulled one out to see what it was and saw it was a picture; one of the one’s that had been taken of me as that first girl was smothering me with her body. I trembled fiercely knowing that the rest of the cards were pictures as well and that Jen had looked at some of them. She had to in order to understand that the envelope had been meant for me, or else she knew what they had done to me with the gun. No, it had to be that she saw some of the pictures with only me in them. That meant she at least knew I had been inducted into the world of lesbianism. I wanted to scream out that I wasn’t a lesbian, but I decided to save that display until we were home and safe again.

I was about to close the envelope up when I saw a very familiar item mixed in with the pictures. I realized it was a CD and immediately, somehow, I just knew what it had on it. I closed the envelope tight and clutched it to my amazingly sore bosom.

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