Tessa Valmur - Bought and Sold

After Flint, a third man took her and by the time he'd finished with her Vanessa was already feeling exhausted.

'Could I rest for just a minute,' she begged.

'Stop whining you little slut and get on with it!'

A fourth man took her and by the time he'd come, her pussy felt so tender that she again begged them to let her rest. When they ignored her begging she tried to crawl away but hands dragged her back to where they wanted her.

'Please! I really need to have a rest. My poor little body aches...'

Her pleading just made them laugh.

'Maybe we should give her juicy little pussy a rest? Use her the other way lads!'

'Oh no... don't, please...' Vanessa cried.

'Good idea, pull her down the bed lads so her arse is hanging over the edge!'

'Come on guys... please... I've had enough!' Vanessa protested.

'Hold her still, my turn, come on now you blonde beauty...'

Vanessa was now held still by four eager volunteers as a fifth man pushed his thumb deeply between her buttocks making her whimper and squirm.

'Done this before, darlin?'

Vanessa, lying, shook her head negatively. Secretly a part of her was eager to suffer what was about to befall her, but there was no way she'd ever let on to these animals that she enjoying being treated like this! God, if they knew that, what else might they do to her?

'Come on then honey, time to soften up for us.'

The man twisted his thumb inside her anus, then drew it partially from her before pushing it back in. Soon her muscle was softening under the repeated pressure and then the man withdrew his thumb and drew the globes of her arse apart with both hands.

'You'll get to enjoy it soon enough darlin!'

The man drove his cock into Vanessa's rear making her cry out in protest.

'This isn't fair... please...' Vanessa shook her head and struggled pathetically against the four pairs of hands that held her down whilst the cock slid back and forth, harder and deeper at each stroke.

'God, she's a horny little bitch!'

'Look at her panting, she's loving it!'

Someone grasped her hair and drew her head back. Vanessa felt spunk filling her rectum and then the cock was promptly withdrawn.

'Right, me next!'

'No more... please!' Vanessa sighed, writhing pathetically against the four pairs of powerful hands that held her still.

Ignoring her pleading the sixth man took his turn, driving his cock into her arse with such determined force that she gasped and imagined for a moment that she was going to faint.

'Keep still now girl... come on, not much more...'

The man rode her mercilessly, his cock pumping into her in quick hard thrusts, his balls slapping against her thighs each time his cock sank into her, his hands holding her tightly by her slim waist as she squirmed under the assault.

'Please... not so hard... too much...'

Her pleading though seemed to make the man use her even more harshly and Vanessa cried out as she was brought to a shuddering climax of her own which seemed to vindicate his treatment of her in his own eyes.

'The little tart's loving it! Look at her!'

The man came, and with a groan of satisfaction withdrew from her. Without giving her time to even recover her breath another man took up his place between her spread and held legs and he thrust his cock into her aching body.

'No, stop... please...' Vanessa gasped, almost delirious now after what she'd been put through.

'Come on darlin', that lovely young body of yours has still got some work to do!'

'Can't take anymore...let me rest...please...'

Ignoring her pleading the man drew his cock from her then rammed it back in.

'No! Stop it... no more...'

'Now, if you want us to stop then you've not kept your end of the bargain and it's a whipping you'll get instead, so what's it to be?'

'This isn't fair...' Vanessa sighed, weakly lifting her head and looking around at the men circling the bed.

'Your choice darlin, what's it to be? Three more of us enjoying your lovely little arse or a whipping?'

'No...' Vanessa cried, shaking her head in dismay.

As if to prompt her into choosing, the cock was thrust back into her arse, making her gasp. The man then withdrew before ramming it back into her.

'So what's it to be then darlin'?'

'Three more of you...' sighed Vanessa.

Zoe was led by the leash from the auction hall and back to the preparation room. The men were discussing her sale and had obviously been placing bets on which girl would fetch the most money. It seemed that so far Zoe had fetched the highest price, much to the annoyance of one of the men who had banked on the blonde Boston student.

'She should have gone for more; taller with blonde hair, them idiots in the gallery have got more money then sense!'

'Rubbish, this one's far better. That Boston bitch was too young; skinny long legs and no tits. This one's class; nice full tits and eyes like a trapped rabbit; big and round and dark brown, you can see what she's thinking. That American girl'll be nothing but trouble, mark my words; whereas this one, she'll learn to behave and learn to enjoy it. I can tell; she'll come to love the taste of the whip and that's what the buyers want!'

The men led Zoe into the preparation room where the four girls who had been auctioned before her were now being prepared for shipment. The young girl with the pigtails, whose slender body was striped with whip marks, was hanging from a wooden pole braced over two Y shaped rests. She dangled suspended from heavy hemp ropes that were repeatedly bound around her slim wrists and ankles. When the door was opened and the men led in Zoe, the girl lifted her head weakly and looked at her. A ring gag had been jammed into her mouth, stretching her jaws wide. Seeing Zoe, the young girl moaned plaintively, then her head lolled back and she was silent again.

The fiery tempered American was suspended by her ankles, which were cuffed together, from a hook fastened to the low stone ceiling. As well as anklecuffs, her legs were bound together by three leather straps secured above and below her knees and around her thighs. Her arms were held behind her and drawn close against her back by a strap that was fed around her arms above her elbows then drawn across her chest and buckled above her breasts. A second strap was fastened in a figure of eight around her forearms midway between her wrists and elbows and then around her waist, the strap buckle resting snugly against her belly. As if to reinforce just how helpless she was, she still wore the single leather glove that kept her two hands held palms against each other and was laced up tightly around her wrists. Her slender neck was collared and in addition a ball gag effectively silenced her. For the first time since Zoe had first seen her, she looked resigned to her fate and hung suspended yet making no attempt to escape or object to her plight.

The Japanese girl lay unconscious in the middle of a crate of bananas. She was bound hand and foot, her mouth covered with tape. Two men were piling more bananas over and around her until she began to disappear from view.

The young Swedish girl was far from unconscious. Ball-gagged and bent over a bench, Vanessa could see her bucking and writhing in orgasm as another man took her from behind.

'Right, get the English girl strapped up like the American, they're both going to the same place.'

Zoe knew there was no point in struggling so she allowed herself to be laid on a waist-high workbench and leather straps fastened around her limbs in matching fashion to the Boston blonde who hung upside down, her steely blue eyes watching her with silent sympathy. Once they had her bound, she was given an injection and in no time at all Zoe felt herself becoming drowsy. The ball gag was removed from her mouth. She was already too drugged to do anything and lay docilely as the men prepared her for transportation. For a few moments she managed to keep her eyes open and watched them dealing in a similar fashion with the Boston girl.