Thread: Transporting Taylor (Dere and skittish_butterfly)

Sounds echoed around the tiny steel room. The goat's slurping, the chain's clinking, and Taylor's panting all rang together in a cacophony. Martin watched enraptured as Taylor rocked back and forth on her knees, trying to get away from the goat yet forced onto it. Her eyes were white as they rolled back into her head. As the cries she made became less and less human he knew an orgasm - her first-ever real orgasm - was about to wrack her abused body. She came sobbing, fighting for breath with ragged gasps as she felt her pussy throbbing. Drooling and babbling Taylor pulsed with a warped, unknown pleasure. The goat continued its relentless tonguing driving her to a second then a third peak. Her expressive face - still very pretty despite shining with tears, spit and cum - cycled from agony to ecstasy as conflicting sensations threatened to tear her apart. Martin clasped both sides of her head, feeling her skin burn like a fever. He pushed aside some of her still-wet bangs and brushed her cheeks gently. Then grabbing both of her ears firmly, he forced her gasping open mouth down on his rigid cock. He used her ears as handles for a vigorous faceting, choking her cries of pain into strangled, gurgling groans. Keeping up a rhythmic thrust, he looked down at the goat whose tongue was still torturing Taylor and smiled in utter sadistic satisfaction. They both kept up their rape of her for another ten minutes. Martin wanted to strip away her dignity and identity just like he had her bra and panties. He reduced her world to nothing but unspeakable feelings and his total control. With a goat's tongue shredding her pussy, a giant cock throttling her near to death, and nothing but pain inbetween, something inside Taylor was beginning to break. Martin liked to fancy he could see it in her eyes, as the horror turned her cloudy blue eyes a deadened black. It was time to take things onto a new level, he thought. No-one is coming to save you, he hissed at Taylor as he impaled her even harder on his cock. He watched her ruddy cheeks and stretched throat bulge as he forced it further and further in. You're dead. No-one is ever coming to help you. Releasing her ears he instead held either side of her head, occasionally landing a slap across her cheeks as he lectured her. You're dead. Just three tight holes for me to fuck. No-one is ever going to see you again. Their eyes suddenly met just as Martin's rising orgasm began to erupt, and he groaned Your name is slave! SLAVE! just as he fired a torrential load into her mouth. He pulled out right after he was done, smearing another glistening streak of cum across Taylor's face. Going behind her he finally pulled the goat away, and with a few sharp kicks sent it half-flying back down the steps. Martin saw a small pool of pussy juices had formed on the floor between Taylor's knees, evidence of the devastating orgasm that had now rendered her utterly exhausted. Yet again he returned to the winch, but this time instead of yanking her up he released the chain and removed it from her cuffs, allowing her to drop completely to the cold concrete floor for the first time in hours. From a corner of the room he took down a steel frame cage. It was designed to hold dholes, the jackal-like creatures that plagued local farmers. An average-sized person could squeeze into it with some discomfort a person of Taylor's height would be in utter agony. Grabbing her slip hips from behind Martin roughly forced her face-first into the cage, She was hunched up extremely tight, with her knees tucked up under her crushing her tits while her bound wrists were pressed down hard into the small of her back. Her ass was pushed up slightly and her pussy and asshole were completely exposed. Her forehead was against the ground, her tears and hot breaths bouncing right back in her face. There was no so much as an inch to move, and when Martin closed the cage door behind Taylor she was completely fixed in position and barely able to even twitch. He looked over her caged, whimpering form once more. In two hours, you will feel the cramps start, he said in a low monotone. In four hours, you will be screaming. In six, you will offer your body up for anything if I will let you out. In eight, I'll return for you. Martin flicked out the strobe light. We have a long voyage tomorrow. Remember your new name, slave. He left the room, closing the heavy steel door tightly and plunging it - and Taylor - into complete darkness. Then he headed downstairs, whistling to himself in satisfaction at a good day's work. Time for a meal and some rest, he thought it was off to Saudi on the sunrise.