Feminine Imports Ch 06

Hey everyone! I'm glad you guys decided to come back for more. It's been a bit longer than I've expected since my last chapter. What can I say? Sometimes real life gets in the way of writing porn lol.

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Steve pulled out his phone and transferred Michelle to Carlos' work phone; ditto for sending Kelly to Roy. "Alright guys, they'll start off in

TetherMode"

Steve mentioned bluntly "Have fun!"

Carlos looped his arm around Michelle's lower back, and used just enough force to signal to her that walking with him wasn't optional. Roy was less subtle as he wrapped up Kelly's legs and slung the pint-size busty Latina over his shoulder and started to walk out to the outdoor van bay.

George looked on "Well Boss, which one are you takin?"

"Like I said, I'll pick after you guys do" Steve replied. "What'll it be?"

George takes a minute and ogles the remaining three slaves. Soon, his roving hands followed his hungry eyes as he felt up their breasts, crotches, and stomach. His lustful gaze kept returning to Rae. She pleaded something incoherent as the large pink ball-gag muffled her speech as she desperately tried to pull away from him.

"This one" George said, pointing towards the petite chestnut brunette "I want this skinny one with the tight body and the perky tits."

"One thin convict, coming right up!" Steve said as he fired Rae's collar over to the

SlaveColar

app on George's phone. "Careful though, she's a bit of a feisty one. You might need to zap her a few times" Steve warned. "Be firm, just don't get carried away. That's all".

George slyly put his hand on Rae's shoulder and pulled the gagged captive towards him as he walked off to grab his work van. Soon, Steve was eyeing both Courtney and Crystal side-by-side and they couldn't be any more different. Crystal snarled through her ball-gagged and stomped her high heels, while Courtney non-verbally pleaded via the puppy-dog eyes. Steve made his choice and transferred Courtney to him In

TetherMode

.

"Well, looks like you're standing here until somebody wants to trade for you, BigRed" Steve mentioned matter-of-factly. Crystal shot back a gaze that indicated that she wasn't happy to be skipped, despite the fact that it was for a literal rape.

The meeting ended as George, Carlos, Steve and Roy all took their selected slaves off and headed to start their workday. The excitement in the air was palpable for the men; it was the first official day of

SlaveShare

.

Carlos

Carlos walked Michelle over to the large red toolbox of the garage bay. He wheeled a padded chair over to his toolbox.

"Take a seat." the helpless brunette obliged Carlos' order.

He uncuffed the hands behind her back and immediately cuffed her wrist to one of the armrests. He then grabbed a roll of electrical tape from his toolbox and secured her other wrist to the opposite arm rest.

"Don't be going anywhere, now" Carlos joked. "I'll be back in a minute."

With his ball-gagged and restrained slave-of-the-day seated, Carlos went out to the key cabinet that hung on the wall of the garage bay. The maintenance schedule that Steve wrote on the whiteboard dictated which vans needed repair work done on them for the day. Carlos grabbed the keys for the van with the most difficult problem and went out to the van yard.

Carlos drove the van into the van yard and drove the old van into the garage bay and carefully lined up the van onto the lift. He cut the engine, got out and then went over to Michelle.

"If I take this gag out, you ain't gonna do anything stupid, like yell or say some racist shit, are you?" the Hispanic mechanic asked. Michelle shook her head.

Carlos unbuckled the ball-gag and removed it from her mouth. He set the ball-gag aside "just don't make me regret this, okay?" Michelle nodded.

Carlos verified that the van was securely in place on the lift before he pressed the button on the hydraulic station. The van was elevated above his head within a few seconds, Carlos grabbed his flashlight to begin inspecting the rear suspension of the service vehicle before looking back at Michelle.

"Y'know, it's okay to say something" Carlos prodded.

Michelle shot back a look that conveyed her confusion. "Wait, so you're not going to" Michelle stopped herself mid-sentence to compose herself and to carefully select her words "you're not going to rape me?"

"Well, don't get it twisted girl, we're definitely gonna fuck later on" Carlos said with a level of anticipatory zeal. "I just like some conversation with my workday; it helps the day go by faster."

"So, nobody talks to you during the day?" Michelle probed, her tone carrying half-curiosity and half-pity. "Like, you're all alone here most of the time?"

"Well, I get the occasional run-in from Steve. Drivers also swing by once in a while, but mostly to complain about something that's wrong with their vans" Carlos answered the delicate captive. "But most of the time, yeah, I'm by myself the whole day" Carlos answered as he began diagnosing the reported suspension problem.

"That" Michelle began "must be hard" in the most empathetic tone she could muster.

"Sometimes it is, sometimes it aint so bad" Carlos replied. He began to remove the two rear wheels to get a better look at the shock absorbers. "So tell me, how'd you get involved in a life of crime and all that shit?"

"Well, I was in my last semester at Cornell when I met Rae."

"Sheeeit, studying what?"

"Women's Studies, with a minor in Sociology" Michelle answered with eyes downcast "I...I really just wanted to help women."

"I aint never met anybody with a Women's Studies degree. Hell, I don't even know what it is they do. So, like, how'd you get into a life of crime?"

"I ran into Rae at an anti-women's slavery rally a few miles off campus" Michele reminisced. "She had these steely eyes and she spoke with such a conviction. You could tell she truly believed in her cause, and that she wasn't just all-talk. Plus, I was in a vulnerable place in life at that point."

Carlos was torquing the bolts holding the overly-worn shocks on. The bolt finally gave way and Carlos quickly had the large spring off. "Vulnerable?"

"My boyfriend of three years left me. He was the captain of the lacrosse team. He dropped out a year early to go pro" Michelle answered, not appreciating the involuntary trip down Memory Lane. "It was devastating."

"So" Michelle began, as Carlos sliced open a rectangular shipping box for the replacement spring he needed "What about you?" Michelle asked, mostly to get the topic off of her uncomfortable past.

"Me?" Carlos begam "Well shit, nobody usually asks that." Michelle's face dropped a bit at Carlos' answer.

"Parents came here from Guatemala when I was a baby, dad became a mechanic. Worked his ass off to provide a decent life for us; ain't no time to be studying Women's Studies or some shit" Carlos said with a mild strain in his voice as he started bolting the new spring into place.

Roy

Roy was in the middle of a productive morning. After setting Kelly's collar to

TetherMode

, he took her to the van and loaded up his cargo bay with the crated sex slaves that were slated for delivery. His first two hours on the road, he made three on-time deliveries, all of which were on par with the schedule. Kelly road shotgun with Roy as he drove; he took every opportunity he had to fondle her caramel milk fountains.

Kelly winced and resisted Roy's touch as much as she could given her bound predicament. Eventually, after fifteen minutes of Kelly's squirming, Roy became fed up and turned to her.

"Do I have to use this fuckin thing or not?" Roy said, with his phone up and open to the

SlaveCollar

app, angled so that Kelly could see it.

"mfugh youmgh" Kelly gargled through her gag.

"Alright, little lady, have it yer way."

With a few taps of the app, Roy delivered a six-out-of-ten shock to the ball-gagged Latina. Kelly writhed in agony for a few moments before uncoiling in her seat. After a few moments of Kelly's high-pitching squealing, Roy began.

"Put yer feet on the dashboard when you're ready to start being a good girl." Roy didn't wait for an answer as the GPS guided him to his next delivery address. Kelly curled up into a ball in her seat as Roy drove.

An hour passed as Roy made two more deliveries of helplessly encaged women destined to be defiled by their new owners. Kelly's position remained unchanged, partly due to defiance but also partly due to fear. Roy looked down and saw that he was ahead on the schedule. He drove off to a secluded spot behind a gas station on a seldom-traveled road. He put the van into park and cut the engine.

Roy plopped out of the van; and hiked over to the passenger side where Kelly was. He opened the door and the malevolent glint in his eyes met Kelly's gaze, which was widened with absolute horror.

"Alright little lady, were gonna fuck" Roy announced as he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him.

Kelly squirmed and squealed to evade her early-sixties captor, though Roy's grip was too much for the slightly doughy Latina to fight off. In short order, Roy's trousers were below his knees as his pork sword was fully unsheathed. He bent Kelly over the side of the passenger seat; her head resting on the center glove compartment. Roy inserted himself inside of her.

"Don't worry honey" Roy assured his curvaceous victim as he began thrusting "An old man like me can't lay pipe quite as hard as he used to." The work van began rocking back-and forth. Kelly could hear the gargled cries of the cargo slaves; they had no idea what was causing the ruckus.

Kelly screamed through her gag, clearly protesting the meaty invasion as the middle-aged trucker violated her doggy-style. Roy rested his trucker belly on the small of Kelly's back as he was raping her. Kelly thrashed, though to no avail.

"Honey, the more you fight it, the tighter your sweet pussy gets" Roy reminded her. "So feel free to spend all day in the fightin' chair" he chastised.

Kelly's thrashing continued over the next several minutes. However, Kelly's stamina and willpower were both finite resources, thus she chose to give in and starfish through the rest of Roy's sexual assault.

"Ahh, now that's a good little Mexican lady" Roy complimented as he noticed that Kelly had stopped fighting him. He continued his sexual assault for several more minutes.

Roy felt that he was starting to cum, so he pulled himself out of Kelly. He quickly flipped Kelly's hips a quarter-turn to the left. When the eventual white payload exited Roy's cock, he made sure to finish all over the busty Latina's stomach. Roy stood back and admired his handiwork as Kelly laid in the cabin of the work van; sweaty, gagged, cuffed, and covered in his man-juice. Roy used his hand to spread his seed all across her stomach and breasts before he pulled his pants back up.

"Well, would ya look at the time; gotta get back to work now" Roy said matter-of-factly, as if he had just spent his unofficial break managing his fantasy football lineup rather than being balls-deep in the most exotic pussy he'd ever experienced. Roy trotted his overweight frame back over to the driver seat of his van, and drove off.

Steve

Steve was perched in his office, hammering away at more financial projections. He had looked up and realized how much time had gone by.

Nearly two hours already?

the daring entrepreneur thought to himself.

Steve felt the need to decompress from his work for a bit. He rolled his chair back from his desk and stretched. He twisted in his seat to crack his back when he saw Courtney, kneeling on his temporary mattress that he had in his office. She had been kneeling there like a ball-gagged and handcuffed statue since the beginning of the work day. Steve looked over at the busty tattooed slave.

"You know what?" Steve asked rhetorically "Time to make yourself useful. Come crawl over to Daddy, slave." Steve ended that sentence with a heavy emphasis on the word

slave

.

Nevertheless, Courtney rocked her bodyweight side-to-side as she inched her way forward and off of Steve's floor mattress. After a minute, she was kneeling in front of Steve, looking up at him with her subservient gaze. Steve grabbed her from her underarms and stood her up, then bent her over his government-surplus steel desk.

"Spread 'em,

bitch.

" Courtney complied with the command, opening her legs as far as her hips and the cramped configuration of the office would allow.

Steve seemingly jumped out of his pants as his private was standing at full attention, ready to invade the feminine ravine. Steve gently inserted himself into Courtney. He noticed that she was already moist.

"What's this?" Steve asked curiously as he grabbed a handful of her jet-black hair, and pulled her towards him. "Does somebody

enjoy

being my cock-sleeve?"

"yysssh shuirrmm" the sun-kissed slave answered as she was being absolutely plowed by Steve.

Steve began thrusting his hips to fuck his captive slave. After his first few thrusts, he greatly ramped up the intensity of Courtney's defiling. Rather than attempt to scream out a gargled mess through her gag in defiance however, Courtney moaned as Steve was fucking her. Steve slowed down his intensity for a brief reprieve.

"Steve licked the side of Courtney's face "Now that's a goooooooooood girl." He released the hold he had on her hair and quickly got back to his previous levels of porno-railing the convicted felon. Courtney wisely did not resist her bold owner, opting instead to starfish and simply let Steve invade her body.

It wasn't long before Steve felt himself about to cum. Sensing the end, he pulled himself out of Courtney and splooged on her glistening back instead. Steve took a moment to enjoy the fact that he just got to fuck a bound and gagged large breasted slave during his unending workday. After his moment of bliss, the post-nut clarity kicked in; he knew that he needed to get back to work, though still wanted to reward Courtney for her good behavior.

He grabbed a handful of her silky black hair and gently lifted up her head. Using a low-volume delivery that showed he meant business, he asked his slave "If I un-cuff and un-gag you, do you promise to be a good little slave?"

Courtney nodded, and Steve started by removing her ball-gag. Courtney exhaled as her jaw was free, a rare reprieve since she became legally enslaved. Then, Steve removed the handcuffs that held her wrists behind her back. Steve grabbed one of her wrists as she stood back up from his desk to maintain her attention.

"These go back on if you aren't quiet and docile. Got it, slave?"

"Yes Master"

Courtney tip-toed over back to Steve's temporary office-mattress when she stopped mid-stride. She looked around the cluttered founder's office when she turned around to face Steve.

"Master, would you like me to help clean or organize anything for you?"

Carlos

"Sheeiit, it's break time already" Carlos exclaimed as he finished a routine oil change on one of the other vans. Carlos wiped his hands off with a rag and turns to his naked captive, still tied to her rolling chair "I'll be back in a minute."

Michelle gulped as she feared the worst. Carlos went to the restroom to wash the grease off of his hands. Once thoroughly cleaned off, he returned to the garage bay, sneaking up behind his frightened nerdy captive. He placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Time to hit the break room..."

Michelle tried to turn around in her chair, though her restraints prevented her from doing so. "Please sir, I did as you asked. I kept you company" she begged.

"Yeah, you did! And now you gon' continue to keep me company!"

"Please" the spectacled brunette pleaded "you don't have to do thi-UMMPH" Carlos silenced her by placing the ball-gag back into her mouth mid-sentence.

Carlos gently rolled the chair back to the breakroom by pulling on Michelle's shoulders. Michelle began hyperventilating through her bright orange ball-gag as sweat began to coat her body; she knew what was about to happen, and knew that she was powerless to stop it.

Once fully inside of the employee breakroom, Carlos engaged the brakes of the rolling chair with his foot before removing his trousers. He uncased his man meat from its denim dungeon; Carlos was ready to enjoy his new employment perk. Michelle turned her head and closed her eyes, hoping that it would somehow lessen the pain. Carlos slotted his long Johnson inside of her pussy, and slowly began pumping away. Michelle squealed as the friction was unbearable, though it did little to stop Carlos' assault; on the contrary, it only seemed to encourage it further.

Carlos thrusted into the former feminist with an increasing ferocity. Michelle yelped intermittently for a few moments but then stopped doing so. She opened her eyes and looked down to see Carlos' shaft penetrating her. She looked up at him. Soon, Carlos felt the amount of friction gradually decrease as Michelle's vaginal walls began to moisten.

"See girl? It aint so bad."

Well, at least he isn't strangling me

Michelle rationalized her own defiling

He hasn't hit me yet either

...

Carlos' session with Michelle lasted for twenty more minutes. Carlos looked up on the clock mounted on the wall. "Aw sheeit, break time's almost over" he looked back down at Michelle "You know what that means?" Michelle shot back a puzzled look and shook her head as she was still being shafted.

"Means I gotta go into

overdrive

" before Michelle could realize what he meant, Carlos fiercely increased the tempo of his fucking. At this rate, he was using Michelle as little more than a fleshy tissue. Michelle needed to actively stiffen her neck and her spine to prevent whiplash from Carlo's rough fucking.

Moments later, the extraordinaire of repair finished inside of Michelle. He pulled himself out of her, then grabbed a paper towel to wipe himself off. After putting his pants back on. he looked back at Michelle. He grabbed another handful of towels and wiped his excess man-juice out of her pussy, as well as wiping away the excess sweat from her forehead.

"If I take out the gag, you gonna do anything stupid?" Michele shook her head, and Carlos removed the rubber BDSM ball that silenced her. He poured a plastic cup full of water "Need some?"

Michelle nodded "Yes...thank you" she uttered before gulping down the much-needed hydration.

Thank you?

Michelle thought to himself

Why are you thanking the man who just raped you?

She argued with herself, though wisely said nothing out loud.

Well, he also didn't have to clean me off or give me water either...

Carlos unlocked the brakes on her chair and wheeled the captive brunette back out to the garage bay. He once again set the brakes on her rolling office chair as he went back to work, his eyes scanning the rest of the maintenance schedule.

Roy

It had been a few hours since his lunch-time treat of Kelly, and there was an awkward silence inside the cabin of the work van. Roy had no interest in engaging Kelly, and Kelly only seemed interested in spewing gargled curse words through her ball-gag. Kelly was cuffed, and shifted uncomfortably in her seat every few minutes to readjust her position. After some time, Kelly was nearly perpendicular in her seat, facing Roy as he drove.