Imagine several dozen horse cock junkie thugs surrounding you ready to bust a nut in ur lil holes.. and just to make things interesting they have been drinking gallons of liquid viagra, smoking meth, weed, crack.. ur lil cunt would be pumped with so much cum.. wether u can take it or not.. ;)
I drag you by a wrist tie, looped through My belt loop. Entering the auction room with rope-linked ankles and waddling steps you mount the auction block. Restrained to the ceiling by your noosed neck you wait to be sold. The bidding b e g i n ssss... sold!
Pursued by the stinging flick of whips and the smack of crops you are led back through the crowd by your new Owner. Outside, naked and hobbled you cross the car park. The scene of a wild party, the car park is filled with Masters leading naked cunt by all manner of devices, secured to rings and shackles on the demurely heaving female flesh in a range of ways that bewilders your eye.
You are showered with beer by the carousing throng, some of whom stop drinking only to piss on you as you pass. Massive cocks, the thought of which make you drool, spout stinking fountains on you, after your Master has safely passed.
The party thins and you pass a file of men waiting to enter a shack at the end of the park, in darkness under trees. The branches sweep the roof and above that breeze pushed 'swoosh, swoosh' you hear muffled screams and Male booms of ecstasy from the single windowed wooden hut.
By the thrid Man back from the door, you halt respectfully behind your Possessor. He presses his mouth towards a hole in the splintered door.
"Is the furnace hot?" he calls. The noises inside dim and the clink of irons being lifted from a grate clink out to your ears. At the chorused assent from within, He speaks again.
"This one's ready."
The bolts are pulled back.
He enters, red light travelling up his face as it bows slightly under the lintel and then down his muscled back.
The pull on your wrists drags them out in front of you, but you quail, and your filthy feet stay rooted in the boot trodden mud.
But his force is irresistable. His Mastery of you inexorable. Your desire to obey, finally, unconquerable.
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