C.U.F.F.S.

 

CHAPTER 37

PAM THE DRUG RUNNER

 

Trent allowed Pamela to heal and rest for the next couple of days. Meanwhile he’d been in contact with a couple of serious bidders for ownership of this bonus young captive. The figures being discussed were high enough that Trent was now considering a new fate for his other slave Susan. He had the option now to either stay with plan A and sell her right out to the highest bidder as usual or plan B which would involve taking a lesser offer however in the process he might gain considerable favor from the parties involved. He thought to himself, it was possible, Susan’s Bank’s ass or rather her tits or the whole submissive package could bring him a tidy sum but more importantly an allegiance with those he needed such loyalty for future transactions.

 

What wasn’t in any way part of his decision was the fate of his slave. Like any slaver, Trent had a completely business like attitude toward the flesh he sold. The smooth soft skin, warm wet cunt and hot sexy body of the woman, Susan Banks had vanished in his mind just like his feelings of her as a person. During her transformation Trent’s mind set about her changed as seeing her as a sexy, hot piece of flesh for sale. Once sold, like any other object, the buyer could use it in anyway or for any purpose he or she wanted. After all a car salesman doesn’t give the least bit of thought whether or not the new truck he sold is used for pleasure or hard abusive labor. By this point, it was pretty much the same concept for the slaver.

 

 The highest bidders at the moment ironically were the five Japanese researchers. The offer was to pay for the slave they haphazardly blemished with the germinate nipple rings and engorging and sensitizing of her nipples. The five of them collected enough money together and made an offer of $200,000 to continue their research as well as enjoy the exploitation of their property. They figured when finished with her, they would sell the American cunt to a bizarre traveling circus where nightly she’d be displayed as a sexual freak and perhaps even made to perform bizarre sexual acts.

 

The second offer was coming from a group of people who could benefit Trent in the long run. Although their offer was significantly less at $110,000 at the moment he was leaning at accepting this lower offer for his own reasons.

 

Unlike all of Trent’s past sales, who were young girls sold for use mainly as sex slaves but would be punished now and then either for transgression or just for their owner’s pleasure, Susan’s fate would be bleak in either case. The Japs would probably end up turning her into some kind of a freak with huge basketball size tits and baseball size nipples before shipping her off to suffer untold treatments by both men and circus animals in the Far East. But as bad as a circus bimbo slave seemed, he was sure the second group he was leaning toward would assure her a much more brutal and abusive life of slavery. Trent found himself with a raging hard on as he thought about this life for the once adventurous but somewhat naive American housewife. He needed a slave’s mouth to take care of him so he went down to visit his prized money maker.

 

Pam was actually happy to see him. Although she had gotten plenty of rest being locked up in a cage with nothing to do, it  was actually pretty boring. Sucking off her master and perhaps getting fucked herself was far better than just laying around doing nothing.

 

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Meanwhile for Susan, things in Mexico had recently gone from bad to worse, even super worser, badder or pure hell, if there were such terms.  Juan and Miguel’s torturous arm wrenching, ass tearing, nipple stretching and tit weighted harness and V frame was so popular among the local sadist bar owners and patrons as well as the SM ranch owners that the boys were earning themselves a lot of extra money driving their slut pony girl all over the area. And even though by days end when the slave could barely stand up, it was no problem to let her lie down, spread-eagled of course so the slut could be fucked by whom ever visited her at the now too familiar slave platform in the town park.

 

This American slave was really pissing the local women off for depleting many of the men of their cum before returning home from the bars. So when several of the most prominent wives of the bar and ranch owners got together and offered Juan his largest token for use of the pony girl, her readily accepted it. Normally beer, liquor and other supplies were trucked into town but on this day they planned on doing it the old way. The women scrounged up an old wagon which was usually pulled by four mules. Today however there would be a fifth beast of burden harnessed up. The four mules stood harnessed as normal but at the end of the line was the naked American blonde. She was secured within her arm wrenching V frame harness. It painfully wrenched her arms upward behind her to easy the pulling on her nipple rings however instead of attaching the bowling ball weights to her tits, the chains normally used for the weights ran up to the  two mules harnessed in front of her. Since these two chains were the only way by which she was secured in line, the slave would have to keep up with the pace of the animals before her. Even with her arms severely wrenched up behind her back along with the hook up her asshole and her nipples being pulled up and away in front, Susan could painfully manage to keep up with the lumbering mule team so the revengeful wives had to add a few of their own hindrances.

 

In this set up, the slave’s purpose wasn’t actually to be part of the team pulling the weight of the wagon. Unlike the other days when she suffered and was the only means by which to propel the sulkie cart, Susan was teamed up simply to suffer. One of the women’s cruel additions was to tie a slender string around the base of her aroused and provoked clit. The other end ran down and was tied off to her hobbled ankle chains. Not only did these chains limit her stride but each step caused the chains to shake and yank on her noosed clit. If that wasn’t enough they inserted a remote controlled vibrator up into Susan’s cunt. They figured if the puta enjoyed coming so much  with their men then they would rough climax after climax out of the slut with the combination of this vibrator and constant shuddering tugs to her clit. Each and every time she stumbled or falter because of the result of an orgasm, she’d be pulled forward by the mule team causing her additional pain and enjoyment for the laughing women onboard.

 

Unbeknown to the women who were seeking level of revenge on the beautiful man cum stealing slut slave, often while being tortured, Susan reached a point where the pain actually excited her sexually along with feeling its powerful discomfort.

 

In all the round trip took 3 hours and nearly 20 to 30 climaxes. No one could tell after awhile including Susan herself. Pain was mixed with climaxes. She really felt the  humiliation of everyone on the wagon and those standing along the road laughing at their American slave mule. They all knew of her situation and watching her being forced into sexual climaxes while suffering at the same time she’d have to step through the piles of shit the mules in front of her often dropped. The women driving the team would often announced in both English and Spanish to anyone they encountered along the way that the slave was in the thralls of a climax.

 

A couple of the women took the whips out and tried to stymie the slave from peaking during several of her climaxes but Susan was already into her own world where she somehow was able to enjoy the orgasms even to the point that all the pain her nipples, tits, clit, ass and arms were enduring simply heighten the strength of each climax. A sting of a whip to her ass or thighs was irrelevant by this point.

 

The real only problem came when they were releasing the naked mule. The string knotted around her clit had tighten so much that it took another 45 minutes and several climatic reactions to the fingers trying to free her swollen clit from the string noose.

 

Once completely released of her bonds, the exhausted slave dropped to the dirt street. No amount of whipping kicking or prodding could get her to move. When Dr. Munos examined her, he diagnosed to the surprised women who thought they had damaged the slave for sale that she collapsed more so from exhaustion of her many climaxes rather than from any physical pain and exertion they imposed upon her. It was deemed in order for everyone would get their last night’s chance at enjoying the slave, she was off limits for the rest of the day to rest up for her nightly fuck and abuse festival.

 

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“Get dressed.” Was Trent’s simple command, early Friday morning. He tossed her what looked like one of the outfits she had with her from her European trip. As she held it up she noticed it had been amateurishly altered. The cuts were obviously made with scissors and not hemmed. Somehow a 6 inch skirt made Pamela feel more embarrassed than being totally naked. She remembered how slutty her Aunt Susan looked to her at the bus station. She hoped her aunt felt every bit as embarrassed as she did now. The top was one of her older shirts, which now was way too tight with her newly developed ample breasts but even this was cut into a crop top.

 

Pam did not ask questions as to where they were going nor why. By now the young slave knew better than to question anything.

 

At this point in his slave’s development, Trent knew he could have this cunt’s bare ass sticking out the window without complaint to either avoid punishment or gain some little reward but he’d discovered there was something about the slut look which ripped away any innocence a naked captive may still had retained. It definitely made his slaves feel cheapen when they where so scantily dressed. Unlike being naked and even tied spread eagled, most of his slaves sensed a different kind of humiliation from the looks they’d get from being seen as a slut. It was one of the best things he enjoyed about Susan. When Larry forced her to expose herself, she always blushed no matter what she had done in the past or would obey. She never got accustom to this humiliation but knew it aroused her at the same time.

 

Trent planned on giving his new slave this feeling of humiliation. He told her to spread her legs open. She obeyed. Trent inserted some kind of small canister up into her cunt. It was plastic and reminded Pam of a 35MM film container. He told her not to loose it but didn’t tell her what it was. He then took Pamela up to the car where she was tethered by a chain on her ankle to the car seat. Trent used his gauze blindfold on her before adding the dark sunglasses which hid her taped eyes closed. Pam sat waiting while her master went to get something. Moments later she heard the truck open and something heavy was placed in it before being slammed shut.

 

They drove for about 45 minutes before stopping. Trent spoke Spanish to someone. They laughed about something just before she heard the window being lowered on her side of the car. The slave sensed someone was very close to her. Pamela knew that during the ride, what little of the skirt that covered her when she first sat down had disappeared. She was fairly certain her shaved cunt had to be showing. What could, whoever was near to her, think of anyone dressed like a cheap trampy slut? Unlike her aunt, Pam was more embarrassed and humiliated than excited in such situations.

 

His initial fondling of her breast surprised her.  She instinctively drew back from his touch but his hand pursued her firm boobs. The man said something and Trent replied with si. Suddenly his gentle cupping changed to a tight grasp of her top and in seconds  she felt him pull and rip the small top. Trent noticed, unlike her aunt who would have spontaneously thrust her bared breasts outward in a slutty acceptance of this kind of exposure, Pamela reaction was to reach up and try to cover herself. This pissed Trent off. Pam heard the unknown man once more say something in Spanish to Trent and whatever his reply was she was ordered out of the car by him.

 

“I think, maybe, you hide something puta. Maybe you are carrying drugs into my country, no?”

 

“No.” Pam blindly automatically responded as she was pulled out of the car with her tits now completely exposed. If the young girl’s eyes weren’t taped shut she would have seen that her master handed the guard a pair of handcuffs from the glove compartment. Pamela was very aware of the sound of traffic in the area as she stood blindly out of the concealment of the car. The man roughly turned her around and grabbed her arms to lock the steel cuffs behind her back. She immediately felt how having her arms secured behind her caused her chest to propel outward which almost forced her to display her tits. Passing traffic began beeping. She knew her breasts were exposed to them now.

 

“I check to see if this one is hiding something, senor?” Trent told him to go ahead and search her. Pam could not believe this. What in hell could this guy think she could be hiding with her top already torn apart leaving her with just the shirt that was only few inches long. Then it hit her just before his hand reached up between her thighs. She felt the canister she had thrust up her own cunt. It didn’t take long before the probing fingers touched the plastic container. “What does the puta have here?” He asked as he inserted a second finger and pulled the slimy black container out of her cunt. Pam felt him wipe his fingers clean on her ass. Of course she had no idea what it was nor what it might contain. All she could do was remain standing with her legs spread. She wondered if her master had fucked up. What would happen if it contained some illegal substance? “You bring drugs into our country puta?” Pam did not reply. She felt his hand grasping the waistband of her tiny skirt. With a quick tug the last small covering was torn from her body. The startled girl jumped up but the guard struck her ass with something round and hard as he told her to remain bent and with her legs spread. The blow hurt like hell. Pam whimpered and immediately resumed the position but now left with nothing but her heels on. The honking of the passing cars was almost continues. “What else are you hiding slut?” he asked. As Pam tied to tell him nothing, when she felt the wooden stick he had slapped her ass with at her cunt lips. It felt like a police baton. He shoved it up into her. She fought to remain still as he had ordered her but he kept pumping it in and out to of her cunt to the hilt before saying nothing more was in her cunt. “Let’s check your ass. Pam braced herself knowing what would happen next. He repeated fucking her ass with the stick until she was moaning in pain.

 

“Senor, your slut here was hiding some drugs but I will make you a deal.” He said. Of course earlier when Trent and the guard were talking all this was planned out. This was the border crossing lane Miguel had told Trent to use. The guard was Miguel’s second cousin and was informed he would have the opportunity to humiliated an American slut today.

 

“So puta what do you say about these drugs you bring on you?”

 

Pamela didn’t know what to say. She knew if she implicated master it could be very serious for her and yet if he was taken into custody, she might be able to escape all this. The guard repeated his question. Pam didn’t know how to answer so she simply dropped to her knees in an act of submission. “Should I take this cunt to jail?” he asked.

 

“Please, no.” she whispered.

 

He asked Trent what he thought.

 

“Maybe this dope head slut can work a deal with you, officer.” Trent replied.

 

“What do you say puta?” the officer played along.

 

“Yes, please. Please let me suck you off or you can fuck me. Anything.” She begged.

 

“You stupid cunt.” He snapped at her suggestion. “You think I’d be stupid enough to let you get away with sexual bribery right out here in the open. My bosses would know. I think fifty swats on that white ass of yours for hiding drugs.” He said and came down with the club across her ass. Pam screamed and knew there was no way she could take 50 of those sever of blows.

 

“No, no. Please anything else. Please.” She begged.

 

“Ok cunt. 10 on your ass and five to your big tits. No more talk.” Trent nodded. His blindfolded slave obviously could not see his smile.

 

“You listen to me bitch. You will hold your pose for each blow. You will count each one and say loud that you are an American slut who is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico. If you do not present yourself or do not say what I tell you, we will start over. Bend over slut.”

 

Pam was shaking as she bent as far as possible without loosing her balance with her wrists cuffed behind her. Fear overwhelmed her but she was also extremely embarrassed to be so exposed and about to be punished like this out in the open.

 

Trent handed the guard a thick leather strap to use in place of the baton which would damage his property too much. He knew the solid strap would still stink like hell on her ass and tits but the blows would be more painful than damaging. Then again he wasn’t the naked girl about to endure such a beating.

 

Wack ! The sound was so thunderous it caught the attention of several teens across the street. “One.” She choked out. “This American slut is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico.”

 

WACK! He hit her so hard she stumbled forward over the hood of the car. “Two. This American slut is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico.” She cried. In just two lashes her ass was already on fire.

 

Since she was blindfolded she had no idea he’d come around to her front and lashed out at her right tit. The pain to her tit was so intense she dropped down and screamed. By this point the teens who were watching from across the street had made their way to watch. “Three. “This American slut is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico.” she whimpered.

 

“No cunt. That is one for your tit. Now stand straight so these kids learn what happens to an American slut who brings drugs into this country.” Pan stood up quivering as she awaited another blow. “Hold out your tits slut and tell your fellow Americans why you are being punished.

 

“This slut tried to smuggle drugs.” She quickly said.

 

It really didn’t make sense to the group of American teenagers. No one smuggles drugs into Mexico but they didn’t care. Seeing a hot body like Pam’s being beat was a once in a life time opportunity they were excited to watch.

 

“Where was these drugs hidden slut?” the guard asked. Trent was enjoying the young girls pain and humiliation. He knew how difficult it had to be to be naked on the street while accepting such a punishment.

 

“I hid them up my pussy, sir.”

 

The two girls giggled and the boy whistled at her reply. The guard did not wait. He struck her tit again. Pam screamed before announcing again, “One. This American slut is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico.” Wack. He struck her left tit. It took all her will power to get up again and hold her chest out before announcing, “Two. This American slut is sorry for trying to smuggle drugs into Mexico.”

 

“No you stupid cunt. That is one for your left tit. We have to begin again.”

 

Pam began whimpering when she realized he intended on delivering five more blows to each of her tits.

 

The whipping continued. Left tit, right tit, ass, ass, right tit, left tit, ass, ass, ass, ass. He varied his target so she could not prepare herself in anyway for the pain. It took all her will power to hold her tits out in terror.

 

Finally it was done. Her tits were flaming red and her ass glowed. The teens walked away commenting about the stupid bitch who was caught with drugs.

 

Trent pretended to thank the officer for being so lenient with her. He handed the guard a hundred dollar bill and they shook hands. All this was going on unbeknown to the naked, cuffed and blindfolded girl. Pam was shoved back into the front seat and they pulled out of the border check point station area.

 

They had driven several minutes before Pam even thought about the fact she was now naked. With her tits and ass throbbing from the beating she was just happy to be done with it all.

 

“Slave you did well back there.” Trent matter-of-factly praised her. As a slave you should expect to take many undeserved beating for your master or mistress but I want to know why you did not attempt to point the finger at me? Trent asked.

 

As she considered her answer, Trent noticed a deep blush which came to her face. Pam’s answered delighted Trent. “I realized it might have been an opportunity for freedom but I’d loose my chance at getting back at fucken Aunt Susan. And to be honest I was scared to do anything anyway.”

 

Trent laughed hard at her reply. He told her she was right to fear any form of insubordination. She’d never know from now on who might be a chance at help or who might cause her tremendous torture for he actions. Life would be a little less painful if she just accepted her new status in life. “But you have earned yourself a reward.” He told her. “I will give you plenty of opportunity to seek your vengeance on the woman who delivered you to me.” Trent thought for a second and decided to add more fuel to the fire of Pam’s loathing of her aunt. “You know she plotted to try and win my favor by not only giving up your uncle and all they owned but she thought by offering you in her place she might be freed.” Pam did not reply but Trent could tell by how she bit her lip she was fuming.

 

“Master my I please have my clothes back?” the naked cuffed girl asked.

 

“No.” he simply relied quickly as they continued on their journey.

 

*** TO BE CONTINUED ***