As he flipped through the photos of his latest job, the photos that had convinced his buyers to pay
As he flipped through the photos of his latest job, the photos that had convinced his buyers to pay 30k a head, he smiled as he stopped at the one of Ruby, rubbing his cock through his jeans as he imagined just what he was going to do the sexy Asian bitch. Just two more days, he thought, two more days until the seniors of the cheer squad would be going on their trip, two more days until he and his crew of three got their hands on twelve sexy pieces of teen cheerleading meat, until they disappeared into the specially equipped big rig he had arranged, until he and his crew were drowning in young, tight, bawling pussy.They’d only have three days with them on the way to the border, three long days to rape and brutalize them to their hearts’ and cocks’ content, and he’d reserved young Ruby for himself. Not that he wouldn’t share the bitch, of course, make her crawl and beg to be gang-raped by his crew, to lez out with her teammates, to have her ass and cunt and throat destroyed over and over again by his cock, by the strap-ons and dildos and vibrators that he had stocked. It was one of the perks of the girl-flesh trade, and the reason why he enjoyed it so much; for a brief moment he could take a young woman, a free human being, and own her, possess her, reduce her to a thing, to so much meat, to nothing more than a crawling animal, her body, her flesh, completely under his control, and then he could sell her like so much chattel, reduce her to a mere number, a mere product. It was a rush he never wanted to give up. -- source link