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. <Bitches be a dick
hardening sight. With Stellas problem she going to have to buy
one, and Angela be interested in one, for Betty. Lord my cup
runneth over today. Those horny white men guarantee the price be
going to come astronomical. Fine day for it too. Got to wait to
take care of that niggar in the barn, but soon as these folks be
gone. Should have done it other night but he be producers friend.
Hope that fool got some good video on Angela and Betty. That be a
kick when we show um their video dabues. HAHAHAHAHA They be
stars and don't knows it. Probably attract lots attention in the
hood.>
"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. <Miserable old crown. Like to have her over.....NA probably
freeze my johnson clean off. Bitch be so bad.... Well she do have
the bucks. Yea and I going to get them now.>
"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. <I want the young one and I
want her able to run. If I wanted her fucked my nephew would be
more than up to that. Wonder if Ralph would fix her up so she is
unfuckable??? Probably charge extra but it would be worth it.
Have to ask.>
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. <White people!!! See a couple of pussies
and they go wild. Course they be black people they go to knives
and guns over these pussies.> "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. <What did I do to deserve this. Exhibited like an animal.
claimed by a girl and..... This can not be happening. It must be
a night mare. If only I could reason with them. If only I did not
have this collar on.. I could.>
"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...
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"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. <He really
want this bitch. Be a case of true lust. HAHAHAHAAAA>
<It is her... These tits are better than the TV showed um. Soo
soft, and the nipples.. They are sooo...> the producer thought as
he mauled the reporter physical charms. <I have got to have her
now before I come in my pants.>
"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. <This boy be soo
happy he going to cream his jeans soon. these little white men
be well.... excitable....> "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.."
<You bastard. I'll bite the damn thing off. I'll kill.....> 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..."
<Now I'll scream my head off and surely someone will come and
these bastards will get theirs.> 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.
<Who is this bastard and where am I?> 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.....
