Coach #14 by Paladin

Ralph dragged the bar cart to the ring and observed the men going over the nude captives in their leather tack.

"Ralph these bitches got a ride. That is preferential treatment. I think we should all get to see how they pull before we bid on um. I mean they are OK, but it is the racing I'm interested in. Not their physical charms like some people." Stella started at him right off.

"Look Ms Stella, I done told you they is new. They is only able to walk right now. I had um hitched to the wagon to gives Angela and Betty a little ride. They don't be ready for no race. You'll is here to see um and access their raw potential today." Ralph lied.

"Besides, he would not let me have a whip. You can not get the true potential out of raw bitches like this without a whip." Angela interjected.

George turned from his inspecting of Alices pussy and said,

"This one is definitely fucking material. Mind if I have a go?"

"Watch your mouth around my child." Angela demanded.

"Ah mother! I know what those kind of girls are for. You." Betty started.

"You just hold your tongue.Young Lady. You wait till I get you home." Angela demanded.

"Ah mother." Betty said.

"Now George, ordinarily I be rather open minded, but their is Ladies present and." Ralph started.

"Let the old goat rut in the old bitch if you want. I might want to buy this young un." Stella argued.

Betty ran to Joan and grabbed her neither lips, "No this one is mine. Mommie you promised. I won't let you do her." the little hand effectively shielding Joan from the horny white mans attention. She had made her choice.

"Now Now, No one is going to do anything right now. Lets all have a drink and discuss the merchandise." Ralph said attempting to cool down the situation. "I gots the bar cart all set up and yonder under the shade for Asian's."

"Yes. Let's have a drink and discuss the deals." said Nick the other white man going over to the cart and poring himself a scotch neat. He knocked it back and pored another one. "That gets the dust out of my throat, now how much you asking for um Ralph?"

The nude captives stood there in the sun sweating and contemplating the horrifying fate these people were discussing for them. It was. unthinkable. These people were discussing them like. like animals.

Joan looked down at the girl still in possession of her pussy lips.

"Don't worry pussy. I'll protect you from that old man. I told mommie to buy you. You will be mine. I know she will.She promised." Betty said stroking Joans love button now. "You will be mine and I won't let any of them or mommies men fuck you, ever. of course you will be ever soo grateful. You'll lick and lick me. won't you."

Horrified at the thought of this, Joan could only look on and, when Betty twisted the button, nod emphatically. The thirst and the sum were too much. For a rest and some water she would.



"Open the bag spook. Open the dam thing." the producer said.

"Hold you small cock, fool." Larry said purposely fumbling with his keys giving the impression that he could not find the one needed to unlock the padlock on the duffel bag. "I finds it here someplace."

"I'll get a knife and cut the dam thing open." the producer said going to Ralphs tool rack.

"Don't you be doing that. This be school property. I be responsible. Hold off. Here the sucker be." Larry said extracting a key from the large ring he always carried.

"Now help me gets her out of he bag." Larry ordered, lifting the bag by the closed end, depositing a struggling red headed nude on the barn floor.

She flopped out, rolled over and stretched out. Glad at first, to be out of her cloth prison, she thought. She still had the impromptu to jock strap in her mouth and her hands and feet were tied together with rawhide laces but she was not doubled over and inside the stifling duffel bag.

The light hurt her eyes, and it took her some time to focus. She tried to take in her surroundings then she attempted to scream.

"GAGAGAHAHAGAHAGAH" she said. She bit down on the filthy jock strap gag but now as before filthy thing kept her quiet.

The producer ran over from the tool rack and grabbed her shoulders and lifter her up. He was anxious to see her in all her glory. Trussed up as she was their wasn't much she could do to hide herself from the producers eyes.

Larry stepped back and let the producer do the work.

the producer thought as he mauled the reporter physical charms.

"Now where Ralph keep them cuffs and shit?" Larry asked.

"In the drawer over there." the producer said over his shoulder, intent on his exploration of his prize. He was busy trying to stick his hand between her legs. She sought to keep him out. She was a reporter. Who was this little balding man trying to gain access to her privates? Where was she? She would . She would sue this bastard, and that grinning black bastard over there. She would cut their balls off with a dull knife when she got free.

"UGHHHHAGAHUBAU" she objected but the invading hand had gotten to her labia. The bastard was."NAOAUANGHAISNG"

"Now don't be damaging the merchandise. Let's get her cuffed first then we have at her ass." Larry tried reason with him, but he had his hand inside her sex and he was reluctant to give up his so recently won possession.

Larry cuffed her ankles and snubbed them with a short chain. Then he cuffed her wrists together behind her back. All during this the producer was exploring her sex. He put hid finger in her dry hole and said,

"Spook this has been a dream of mine for years. I wanted this bitch since I first saw her doing a story on the porno industry. I wanted to have my finger in her hole and now you wonderful bastard you bring her to me." the producer explained looking in her terrified eyes, "You and I are going to have soo much fun, you won't believe the wet dreams you caused me. Now you are mine. All these tits. pussy and it is all mine. Spook you made me a happy man. I don't care what Ralph says. You are in for Half."

Larry grinned as he cut off the cutting laces. "Where Ralph keep them collars?" he asked the occupied white man.

"Hanging on the peg board over there." came the response with a nod of his head. "Now lets see that pretty mouth of yours. The nights I've dreamed of your lips rapped around my cock, and tonight. well maybe not tonight but soon bitch soon."

She thought. No matter how she sought to wiggle this bastard had a hand in her sex. on her tits. up her ass.

Larry returned and secured the collar. "There now we gets this shit out your mouth. Now be a good girl bitch and scream you damn head off if you wants. but you suffers the consequences."

she thought.

The producer popped out the spit soaked jock strap out of her mouth. She swallowed and tried to scream,

"AHhhhhh" the shock caused her to fall down. She sat up and tried again, "HElllllll" again the shocking pain in her voice box caused such pain she could not continue.

"Now go on try again. I heard that voice telling people how evil we were. go on try again, but know this, every time the collar will shock the fool out of you. The vet tells me that if you try it too much it will burn the voice right out of you. Be a real good reporter.Silent one though you don't learn quick." the producer explained to the reclining nude captive.

The producer reached down and grabbed her hair and dragged her to her feet. The daises nude allowed herself to be man handled. The shocks to her throat and the threat to her voice box stopped attempts at vocal objections and physical activity was not possible.

"Now spread those knees for me. I don't want to have to fight for you any more. Spread or I'll get whip for these tits." producer ordered holding her by her left nipple. He twisted slightly and miserably she spread for his hand.

She almost spoke, but the recent pain convinced her that she had better go along . for now.

"Real open pussy now ain't she spook?" producer said.

"Nice stick out tits too." Larry added sliding his huge black hand over the soft expanse of white flesh. "All strawberries and cream I like to take a bit out of um if they wern't soo valuable."

"Spook I can not wait any longer. Help me get the bitch over the stall door. I want first crack at this wide wonderful ass." the producer ordered.

More later.