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The Meat Factory
(Gugino)

	Save for its shallow breathing, the nude female hanging spread eagled, face down by its wrists and ankles over the king sized, circular bed showed no signs of movement.  Its tightly hooded head hung down as far as physically possible and he admired the wide stretched mouth as thick, clear drool oozed from its upper and lower teeth, over the steel ring gag and drizzled down the side of its latex hood onto the rubberized sheets.  The small, pert breasts looked particularly appetizing as the soft pink nipples hung straight down, as if pointing towards his partial erection.

	The Kid glanced down at the dog sized lump under the sheets and smiled then threw back the covers to reveal a very young, very well hogtied, sleeping dusky-haired nude, lying on its belly with its face strapped to his crotch via a leather scull harness tightly locked off to his hips. The self designed contraption forced the young girl's ring gagged mouth down over his cock and strapped its face to his groin area, effectively making the petite but shapely female an extra appendage.  

	Reaching down he held it by the sides of its skull and began to slowly grind his muscular hips into its face.  Its lids flickered open and the glassed over, emerald green eyes stared vacantly straight ahead, than slowly slid closed again.  He let his eyes run over its sweat soaked face, firm, protruding ass cheeks and the soles of its feet and smiled.  He enjoyed the way its shiny, dark blond coloured locks were mated by sweat to the skull, face and long neck.  The way it wiggled its fingers and toes trying to get some sensation back into them even though its restraint straps were too tight.

	He reached across the bed to the small table on the left and retrieved a black remote, turned a small dial and depressed the red button.  The crotch slave's entire body stiffened as its fingers and toes spread wide and locked open as did its big eyes.  He counted a slow five and then felt the young female's tongue begin to furiously lap the underside of his cock.  Slowly, but steadily his thick member began to respond, rising in the sex slave's mouth and reaching down its narrow throat.

	With the same remote control he activated the anal plug strapped into and protruding from the distended anus of the nude which hung a foot or so above his face.

	Seconds after the faint, muffled buzz of the thick anal plug could be heard, a deep but pathetic moan escaped its young, parched lips which, even as dry as they were, were still full and sensuous.  

	Acquired only three months ago, the statuesque brunette was in its last stages of training. Less than 90 days ago, the now squirming nude had been a second year art student at Cal State Berkley, co-Captain of its volleyball team and had its future planned out. Or so it thought.  

	Odd, he mused, as he stared at its quivering form. Captured in the U.S., sold to a Mexican slave trader and scheduled for a life of servitude in a whorehouse, only to be re-sold and shipped back to the U.S.  

	"Lucky girl."  He mumbled as he reached up and fingered its dry hole in preparation to insert a matching vaginal dildo.