"Uuuuurrrrrgh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she groaned as the pain swirled through her body.
"Give it to her man! Fuck the dumb cunt's asshole good!" the short burly man gasped as he stared at Mr. Anderson's cock fucking deeper and deeper into the squirming girl's body.
With one final pull on Susan's haunches and a mighty thrust forward, the slim man's cock fucked completely into her body. A shriek of pain rang out around the room.
Mr. Anderson held his cock deep in her bowels, feeling the tightness pressing against his cock. "This bitch is going to be one hell of a fuck. Goddamn she's tight, but I'll loosen her up!"
"Nooooooo! Noooooo!" she cried out as the cock twisted deep within her body. She wanted to squeeze and press the cock buried in her shitter back out, but when she tightened her ass muscles around the long stiff prick, it only increased the pain filling her asshole.
Suddenly she felt the cock pulling back, and she was sure he was pulling her insides right along with it. The pressure was like a vacuum trying to ream her entire insides out.
"Oh shit, yeah, baby! Yeah, it feels great!" Mr. Anderson gasped, slowly pulling back until the head of his cock was all that was inside of her body.
"Please, Master! Please, no more! I can't take it!" Susan cried.
But it was a worthless plea as the cock fucked back up into her body, bringing back the shooting jolts of pain along with it. "Now it's time to get a really good fucking!" His fingers dug painfully into her hips just as he thrust forward with all his might.
"Aaaaiiieeeeee! Aayyyeeeeee!" Susan screamed as the cock slammed forward. She was sure she was about to pass out, but no such relief came. Just when his balls slapped against her asscheeks, he jerked back out, sending jolts of searing pain crashing into her guts.
The fucking tempo quickened, bringing grunts of pain with each searing stab of his cock. She knew he was ruining her for life with the pounding her ass was taking, but she had no say in the matter. It hadn't been for her to decide.
Mr. Anderson's body rocked back and forth, back and forth, fucking his cock in and out of the tight shitter of the bent-over girl as shouts of encouragement rang throughout the room from Bob and the large burly man.
"Ram her! Ram her!"
"Fuck! Fuck, what an asshole! I'm getting ready to cum – yeah, man – yeeeaaaaahhhhh, I'm gonna cum!"
Susan felt the cock swell even larger as it fucked deep up into her shitter. She felt it pulsing against the walls of her asshole as she cried out, and suddenly she felt it erupt, sending stinging hot gobs of slick white jism deep into her body.
"Yeeeeaaaaah, I'm cummmmmmming! I'm cummmmmmming!"
As soon as Mr. Anderson was through with her, he eased his cock back out. When his cock-head pulled free, it made a loud popping sound, almost like a champagne cork bursting free of a newly opened bottle.
The relief in her shitter was almost overwhelming. Susan gave a long sigh of relief.
Her testing wasn't quite over though as Mr. Rowdy, the stocky man, stepped up behind her and fucked his thick cock deep into her pussy. She grunted with each thrust. Fortunately, after watching Mr. Anderson ass-fuck her, Mr. Rowdy was so horny that he was spilling his jism within seconds.
As soon as the two men had cleaned up they were back in their respective chairs, writing out their bids on the lovely piece of flesh standing lewdly in front of them.
Bob took the bids from the two men and read them out loud. "Mr. Rowdy, your offer is five hundred higher than Mr. Anderson's, so it looks like you just brought yourself a new slave."
"Fuck," Mr. Anderson said. "I thought I'd beat you out on this one."
At that point, Mr. Rowdy tossed a paper bag at Susan's feet.
"Take Bob's things off and put that on," he said.
Bob moved around behind her and slipped the key into the handcuffs. She brought her wrists around in front of her and tried to rub the soreness out before she removed what little clothing she had left on, then removed the garment from the paper bag. It amounted to little more than a potato sack with three openings cut in it for her arms and head, but she slipped it over her head. The bottom of it just barely covered her asscheeks.
Once Susan was ready, Mr. Rowdy shook hands with Bob, thanking him for such a beautiful prize. Then he turned to Mr. Anderson and offered his condolences.
CHAPTER THREE
Susan sat shackled in the back of a black van. Her wrists were above her head, locked to a ring bolt in the ceiling, and her ankles were shackled, a three inch piece of heavy chain between them. A heavy ball-gag strapped in her mouth kept her silent for the long ride. She couldn't tell where they were or where they were going since there were no windows in the van and the back compartment was sealed off from the driver's compartment. She only knew that her feet were in a lot of pain and her asshole still throbbed from the brutal fucking she had been given earlier in the day.
She heard the hum of the tires on the pavement for a long time, and then the van slowed and turned off onto a gravel road, continuing for almost an hour before coming to a stop. Susan heard the driver's door open and slam shut and then a burst of sunlight flooded the dark compartment. A man she hadn't seen before was kneeling at her feet, opening the metal cuffs on her ankles.
As she became accustomed to the light she could see Mr. Rowdy waiting just outside the van.
"Okay, slut, get out," the man said.
She tiptoed gently out and stepped gingerly onto the ground, looking around. One building in particular caught her attention. It wasn't a large building, but the sign above the door read, The Place, in giant red letters. The building itself was only corrugated steel building about twenty feet wide and sixty feet long. "Take her to her room, Sid," Mr. Rowdy said to the man who had unshackled her.
He grabbed her upper arm, digging his fingers in and jerked her forward. "Come on, cunt!"
The gravel dug into her already battered feet, and she tried her best to tiptoe as Sid led her around the corrugated building. As they turned the corner Susan saw five cement-block huts. Each hut contained a steel door with heavy bolts locking them from the outside and no windows in the walls.
Sid led her to a hut with a large number four painted in white on the door. She stood there as he unlocked a heavy padlock, lifted a steel bolt and slid it open, then swung the door open.
"You're living quarters," he said with a smirk, and Susan entered the room. "There's a light switch here."
Sid indicated a red button just inside and to the right of the door. He pushed it and a bright light encased in a steel cage high in the center of the room lit up.
Susan looked around the room. A steel cot was bolted to one of the long walls, a toilet sat at the end of the bed, and across from the toilet was a small sink with a metal cup sitting on it. Along thee wall across from the bed a metal desk was bolted into the cement blocks, a small metal stool pushed beneath it. Various types of make-up sat neatly on top of the desk and a highly polished piece of stainless steel bolted to the wall above the sink was her mirror.
To the left of the desk sat a locker with several shelves in it. This contained hair rollers, brushes and combs. Just above the locker was a clothes-hanging rod with three garments hanging from it. A mini skirt, a halter-top, and a mini dress, all in black.
She had been so involved in looking around the room that she had completely forgotten about Sid until she heard the door bang shut. She heard the bolt slide and the padlock being inserted through the bolt ring and locked.
Looking over at the bed she noticed that the mattress was fairly clean, and folded up neatly on the end of the cot lay two sheets and a wool blanket. She also noticed a drawer beneath the bed and bent down to slide it open. There she found stacks of magazines and novels.