Thread: Transporting Taylor (Dere and skittish_butterfly)

Martin stood right in front of the trembling Taylor, the smell of her sweat and suffering filling his nose. Her once perfectly-porcelain flesh was scraped and bruised as it shone in the weak light. He surveyed her like a trophy, his cold eyes running over her slender white body. As she sniffed and sobbed quietly he ran his hands up her long strong thighs and slim hips. Cupping her pert tits roughly he alternately mauled and massaged them, occasionally pinching and twisting Taylor's abused nipples. The soft little sounds of pain and defeat that she made were a huge turn-on for him. Slave has been very good, he purred, brushing aside her hair and breathing into her ear. Slave knows what a slut it is now. Twisting and squeezing her breasts with increasingly cruelty, he added Slave will even be allowed to wash and eat before it has to go back into the cage. Now, kiss your Master. Cuffing her chin gently Martin brought Taylor's head up to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked and he stared deep in the two bottomless, bright pools of pain that looked back at him. They were still fill of a kind of bewildered innocence, as thought the hapless bitch couldn't understand why this has happening to her. That dark glow of confusion and fear was intoxicating to Martin, the practiced sadist. Crushing a tit in one hand, he held her chin tight with the other, and plunged his tongue through her dry lips and into her hot little mouth. He kissed her noisily and sloppily, tasting the remnant of a faint tang of blood from where she had bitten her lip, feeling her utterly helpless in his grip. Stepping back a thin trail of drool ran down Taylor's chin. With a little chuckle to himself he slapped her breasts several times roughly, watching the firm little mounds quiver. You got a body built for the pleasure of men, slave, he said flatly. Nice young tits and a dancer's ass, and legs just made to wrap around ya. He flicked his tongue across her nipples, sucking and licking her breasts as he spoke. You cum harder than any whore too. Slave loved it when that goat ate her pussy didn't it? You're going to give your owners a lot of satisfaction, slut. He then stepped around behind her, taking a fistful of hair in one hand and grabbing the cuffs with the other, deaf to whatever cries or pleas she made. With Taylor's wrists held up high she could be easily frogmarched and he forced her quickly and awkwardly down the stairs. She stumbled several times as the cool dawn air prickled over her and the reek of the rancid kitchen flooded her senses. In one corner the goat munched desultorily, casting a lazy gaze over the pair of them. Facing Taylor into a corner of the room, he forced her to her knees on a rotten sack. From one of the nearby tables he then picked up and opened a can of babyfood. Ideally Martin would have preferred to starve Taylor for a few days, to help weaken her and render the broken girl more compliant. It would have pleased him immensely to hear her begging to be assraped in exchange for a mere mouthful of dog food. But her physical condition has to been maintained. He could not risk bringing a sickened Taylor to the Sheikh. Dumping a lump of the orange goo into a chipped ceramic bowl, Martin then placed it before Taylor in the corner. She would be forced to lean forward again, eating like an animal, pushing the bowl away with her chin as she struggled to get the food into her mouth. Martin smiled slowly at the sight of this once-proud, elegant young woman crawling on her knees, grunting and whimpering like a dog as she frantically tried to sate herself. When Taylor had finished the bowl, her little pink tongue trying to snatch up ever morsel, he pushed it away roughly with his foot. Squatting down he seized Taylor's hair and held her held back roughly. She stared back at him in numbed horror, uncertainty and fear smeared across her pretty face like her tears. Some of the baby food had stuck to his face and he licked it off, taking a dirty rag to wipe her face like she was a grizzling child. Martin slowly pulled Taylor to her feet by her hair. Grinning evilly at the dead-eyed goat, he sneered Looks like lover there is ready for seconds. You owe him an orgasm, Slave. You gotta pay him back. Half-dragging the shrieking girl across the filthy floor, he threw her down in front of the goat, then crouched behind her. Can't miss his cock under there, Slave. Put it in that dirty little mouth of yours and suck it, suck it good, or I'm going to make him fuck you proper. He held her wrists tight in one hand as he forced her head between the goat's back legs. It bleated, instinctively exposing its long bright pink wick of a penis. Taylor saw it was skinner and shorter than Martin's but smelled ten times more repulsive. As she opened her mouth to retch he forced it down hard and fast on the goat's cock. It slid smoothly down Taylor's throat, and Martin pumped her head up and down on the wiggling rod she he made inhuman gurgling noises. It didn't take long for the beast to cum, warbling a long groaning bleat as it fired its short bursts in Taylor's mouth. Martin dragged her out from under the goat and rolled her onto her back, laughing in utter delight at the tortured expression on Taylor's face. Slave is wishing it had a real man's dick to suck now, isn't it? It looks every bit the dirty little whore it is, right now. Picking her up like a sack of potatoes, he cooed into her ear Now it's bathtime! Gotta clean you up good for daddy. Martin carried her back out to the rear of the hut, by the well. A dark blue band of dawn was beginning to stretch around the bleak horizon. He sat Taylor down limping in a half an oil barrel that sat as a rudimentary bath in a nearby ditch. Drawing a bucket of the freezing water up he then ducked it over the shivering, whimpering Taylor. He did it twice more, leaving her sitting up to her waist in the liquid. Then as the first morning chorus of the birds began to come alive, he took up a nearby coarse sponge and began to roughly scrub her body. He ran it over every inch of Taylor's skin, glowing white in the half-light. Tracing it as gently and slowly as a lover's touch he washed her face, neck and breasts. Reaching down between her long thighs he completely sponged her pussy, rubbing up hard against her flaming clit. Her head lolled back and Martin leaned in to muzzle her neck and shoulder. Spreading her legs slightly he continued to massage her ravaged pussy while she softly mewled in exquisite agony, enduring yet another agonizing forced orgasm at Martin's hands. Dawn was breaking fast now, and a sense of urgency was being to overtake Martin. He brought Taylor to her feet again, then dragged the soaked and dripping girl back into the farmhouse. Without allowing her any time to think or collect her dazed thoughts, he lifted her up sharply and practically dumped her in a rough wooden box, about the same size as the wire cage. It reeked foully and had obviously been used to transport animals at some stage. Before she had time to find the breath to scream, he slammed the lid down tight. Taylor was flung into darkness, the only light and air coming from three quarter-sized holes just in front of her. Sit tight, Slave, said Martin in a perfunctory voice. Dressing quickly he grabbed his bugout bag and handgun, stashing both behind his back. He wheeled around a crude trolley and picked up the boxed Taylor, wheeling her out the front to the SUV. We got a long trip ahead of us. With gritted teeth and a painful strain he lifted the box into the car of the vehicle and slammed the lid down hard. Saudi Arabia, here we come!