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What the slave traders did to her…was what they did to any of the misguided and defiant ones… who tried to run.

She stares at that bare cement wall, watching a bug crawl up and into a crack. It’s all she can do in her situation, naked, chained, shackled and kept in the most strict and unrelenting manner.

Her extremely limited life, is now shrunk down to the size of the dreary cramped cell they keep her in almost 24-7.

The only times that she is not left to endure the mind-numbing boredom and joint aching chained up misery of this barren cell is when some sadistic nameless man appears. Ready to take her out of the cell and into a place much worse.

Their threatening grins are always wide and lecherous as they unlock her nipple chains from the wall and then drag her screaming out into another cell or the room they simply call, The chamber.

And once creatively confined in these sunless inescapable places, her endless suffering life exponentially becomes more pathetic and depraved.

Her suffering, sexually and mentally, hitting unimaginable levels of agony as men who paid top dollar to the slave traders, for the boundary-less use of captive woman, take out their sickest fantasies on her.

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Months ago, in a not well thought out and basically instinctive action, she tried to run as the slave traders moved her between a transport cage and the barracks where the readied the captured girls chosen to be sold.

The heavy steel cuffs around her ankles and the stiff steel trapping her arms and hands behind her back meant her run for the open gate of the compound was a hobbled and comical affair, given how hard the slave traders moving her around, laughed at her futile effort to find freedom.

She never made it past the open gate. But she did glimpse the open spaces of the surrounding desert before her escape attempt failed. And fail it did, miserably, as she shrieked and wailed.

A pair of men had easily jogged up behind her and grabbed her shuffling body. One grabbed the steel bar running down her back from the back of her bolted on thick collar. He yanked on it while reaching around and grasping and squeezing her pert right breast.

His strong fingers dug into the soft meat of her breast, bruising the bright flesh right away.

The other man reached down and snagged the foot long chain connecting her ankle cuffs. Her feet stopped moving and that man’s other hand slid up between her thighs. Two of his fingers rammed up into her slit while she screamed and thrashed about.

He then pulled up on her ankle chain and raised her thrashing feet up into the air as the other man kept a good solid grip on the steel bar at the back of her collar. Her naked body rocked back and forth in the air as became suspended from their muscular grips.

The thick steel encircling her neck dug in and choked off some of her desperate wailing as the pair carried her flailing about naked body, back into the heart of the compound.

“Boy oh boy, cunt! You just seriously fucked up. No bitch ever tries to make a run for it from here and then gets to walk back out … or even around!”

She didn’t realize the gravity of his words or the utter degrading and demonic truth of her situation until they tossed her in the dirt of the compound. Her ankles were quickly and painfully drawn up close to the back of her collar.

The chain between them was then padlocked around the steel bar. She could only lay there, basically hogtied in steel, on her side in the dirt, sobbing uncontrollably in contorted agony as a threatening circle of over a dozen men surrounded her trembling body.

“Pleassse, help me…please don’t hurt me…pleassse,pleasssee…This hurts…please this hurts….pleassse help me.”

Is all she could moan and sob as she lay there utterly helpless and naked before all these smirking and grinning men.

The circle of men parted and one giant, portly man in a bad fitting suit stepped forward. He puffed on a cigar and then pointed with cigar down at her.

Her whimpering, and pouring tears of terror, only made his smile wider. Then punctuating the air with his cigar he said,

“Ya, she’s a cute one, but we have to make an example of the disobedient cunt. Find the doctor… and have him cut her legs off…and do it in front of all the merchandise we have in storage. And have him do it with minimal anesthetic. I want this pathetic screaming bitch to be an example to them all.”

From the pack of men surrounding her there were some guffaws, chuckles and one even shouted, “Holy shit!”.

But most of their noises were drowned out by her almost unintelligible screams of pleading and begging. A constant wailing, a barrage of screaming, that didn’t seem to let up even after the doctor had shown up…and then left…

Now months later, here she resides… in what she considers rightly, to be a living hell.

She flinches as she hears some new screams echo outside. Her tired eyes glance over to the small window built into the plaster covered brick wall. The flinch has caused a deep ache in her body. A deep discomforting ache that can never go away when she’s stuck in this place.

The barred little window lets in just a sliver of light, but all the sound waves of the horrendous female shrieks and screams occurring on the other side, out in the slave traders’ compound, they carry into her small cell.

It’s a tiny hole in the wall, a most teasing small glimpse out into the outside world. A world which she will never walk in again, for two good reasons.

For one, she is the property of this nasty slave trading and whoring syndicate. Most girls they sell, a few others like her, have become the property of the syndicate. These they rent.

‘Pussy Product’ they jokingly call the enslaved and whored out girls. Women and girls kept in the most deprived conditions and then rented out to be used in the most humiliating of ways. And as mentioned already she finds herself used in the most sordid and sadistic of ways.

She looks down past her pierced, ringed, and painfully distended tits. The chains that keep her tits, and thus her body, anchored to the wall offer her only the bare minimum of movement. But worse lurks below.

Her despair filled eyes look down at the heavily scarred stumps that were once her long athletic high school champion, track and field legs. The pinkish lines of the numerous long stich marks are proof of how savage and brutal the amputation job was.

It was a brutal nightmarish moment in her life that she wakes up screaming from, almost every time she is able to find a deep sleep. It is a moment she also remembers every time the smiling doctor comes to visit her, which is every few days.

His visits of course are no longer to make sure she has healed up properly. They are purely for his enjoyment as he stuffs his cock into her whimpering, yet accepting mouth and he tells her,

“Suck well, my child. Be a good little cum swallower and I won’t have to remove any other limbs…Take me in deep, swallow as much of my big dick as you can…and maybe I won’t have to remove some teeth, either?”

The doctor has already come and gone today. Though his cum and the cum of a few of the other slave traders still wets her chin and the space on her chest between her aching breasts.

In fact, her bare chest is a mess of dried cum and drool as is her tummy and shaved mound. Dirty crusty flesh that only gets cleaned off when a syndicate guard takes pity on her and pisses on her.

Another scream pierces the air. She can hear the shouting of men and the surprised screams of many other women. Through one sliver of the tiny window, she can see the back of a truck and a number of cowering, chained and gagged girls.

They are huddled together. Cuffed, collared, terrified and whimpering. Some crying out loud. One stern looking man waves a cattle prod over them and then for fun he jabs it at random girls.

“Shut up you whiny pieces of cunt meat…Geez, you pathetic sluts all need a good whippin!”

As the wailing and shrieks of the randomly shocked girls die down, from inside her cell she hears a most distressing male voice shout,

“Did you catch the fast little slut? You get the disobedient whore?”

In her cell, she wriggles her aching wrists around inside the stiff steel rings holding them permanently captive behind her whip marked back.

She tries to shift around on her healing up caned sore bare bottom. An action which is more painful and distressing, then you might realize, due to something unseen.

Her squirming and painful effort is all in an attempt to see just a little more of the depraved scene going on outside her tiny little world. And as she leans over, she suddenly bites back a scream…For the thing rammed up deep inside her sex, the thing that anchors her to this spot, it shifts around inside of her body and causes her the most agonizing of pain.

She glances away from the window and looks down to her right side… at the ‘anchor’ mounted into the cell floor.

It’s a mirror of the one stuck up inside her. A phallic device with only one purpose. To keep her legless body stuck, impaled actually, in the cell in the most degrading and disgusting of ways.

The other phallic anchor, a dildo of extreme proportions, it is empty now. But that hasn’t always s been the case. There had been another woman on it when she was dragged into this cell and told that this is where she would now be kept until needed by paying customers.

A nothing but skin and bones woman. A leather hooded shell of a female, legless and armless and gagged for every minute of every day that she shivered and quaked on the savage dildo driven deep up inside her.

And then one day they took the living torso away. They dragged the moaning woman’s limbless and quivering body out of the cell by the metal hoop on the top of her hood. And the woman was never brought back.

Our legless young woman blinks away tears as she wonders what happened to her faceless, nameless, and limbless cell mate.

Tears turn to eyes clenching shut and a scream being bitten back again. A sudden shift of her torso, her trapped arms flexing, causes her tit chains to go taut and take all her weight.

She sighs as she manages to shift her torso around and relieve the painful tit pull and vaginal pressure attacking her imprisoned body. She un-fists her hands and moans in relief as the massive dildo up inside her eases up on its cervix pushing ways.

Outside the screaming and sobbing commotion continues. The laughing of perverted men and the shrieks of innocent young women seem to be dying down.

Then suddenly her face shoots up, surprise and disbelief on it as she witnesses a pair of utterly panicked young female eyes stare straight through the bars of her little window.

The outside girl’s eyes are distraught and are also showing an intense level of disbelief she looks into the cell and sees are slave’s mournful and agonizing state of strict bondage and legless forever punishment.

And before a word can be said between the pair, her shocked face is pulled away and the portly man with the cigar, his voice booms loudly away.

And inside the cell our shuddering and crying girl hears it all…The words that make her feel a kindred sympathy for the pair of terrified eyes she just glanced at.

“You see that pathetic cunt in there? In that tiny cell… You see that suffering piece of cunt meat cuffed, chained and mounted? Well that’s your future, you stupid bitch…That’s going to be you’re new roommate, for life….And if any of you newly arrived cunts think you can make a run for it too! Well then, that’ll be your new life too….Now someone call the doctor! We got some fast toned teen legs to shorten!”

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