1. Family Matters Ch. 15


    Date: 7/1/2024, Categories: BDSM Author: byberowne, Source: Literotica 

    ... released her from the table and told her to stand; she fastened Faith's hands behind her and attached her leash.

With Nurse at her back she followed him - bald, naked, and bound - into a light-filled airy room at a corner of the building.

Her eyes had cleared a little; inside it was a second man, tall, dressed in a gray tweed. The renderer told him he arrived just in time; all the other girls had been dissected, but this one was still warm.

He pointed to the green sticker on her collar; she had been checked for disease only that morning.

The stranger examined her in the usual buyer's way, squeezing her buttocks and breasts and brushing the nipples, and putting his hand between her legs. She was still juicy from Nurse and the excitement of her fear; that was good, it might make up for her red swollen eyes. She smiled and tried her best to look attractive.

He asked what her hair was like. Nurse told him and offered to bring the box of it around; he said that would not be necessary.

He stroked his chin and contemplated her. She ...
    ... grew unsteady on her feet as her life hung in the balance.

The man nodded yes and Nurse handed the end of her leash to him. He had just bought her; she was saved.

Her knees buckled but Nurse held her upright. The man slapped her and told her to stand straight.

He led her outside where a wrangler waited next to a pickup truck and a livestock trailer. She entered the trailer; the wrangler told her to lie down, she would be thrown around on the road.

She sank to the floor; the back gate was closed, the men got in the truck and they started home.

She found herself lying in a wet thick substance; animal manure of some kind. Pigs probably or cattle, she could not tell which. As the truck went around curves she was thrown from side to side, and within a short time her belly and thighs were coated with it. She rolled on her back to keep her face clean and soon her buttocks were covered as well.

Still, it was better than being dissected on a table at the renderer's; she relaxed and lay in the muck until they reached Mr. Kent's estate.
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