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Stella sunk into the chair crying at the sight of her new pussy and tattoo. She couldn’t believe any of this was happening. She just wanted to close her eyes and return home to her parents in the small town she grew up in.

Yet here she was, without a say in anything, now with her pussy pierced shut and concealed forever, and she’d been tattooed permanently as an anal slave.

The hood was replaced and Stella was carefully unhooked from the chair. For her safety, her hands were bound behind her back and she was led back to her cell where she could spend some time overcoming her emotions.

It was a long night for Stella. Not only was her pussy still on fire from the piercings, and she wanted to itch at the tattoo, but she still had a large butt plug firmly inside her and her arms being bound made it nearly impossible to get comfortable and sleep.

She was still a mess when morning came, but she did her best to lap up her food since clearly they weren’t playing around at this terrible place.

Stella struggled to kneel there in so much pain, but she patiently waited hoping Sir Jackson would come soon to at least be a friendly face, and remove the plug that’d been in her ass all night.

After about an hour, he finally showed. Sir Jackson opened the door and she eagerly inched forward to find out what more they could possibly do to break her. This time, a large ball gag was inserted into her mouth before she was hooded.

Stella was worried as they led her down the hall at what seemed like a direction she wasn’t familiar with. Suddenly, she heard and felt a door open as they passed through. It was warmer, but certainly still a hard cement floor.

Sir Jackson led her to the edge of the unfamiliar space and pushed her to her knees. Stella waited as she could feel him fondling with the hood on her head. Suddenly, she heard a zip as the hood grew tighter around her neck.

Stella wanted to scream but she was already concerned about this new predicament. Sir Jackson had ziptied the hood onto her, and now it certainly wasn’t coming off. It wasn’t tight enough to choke her, but it certainly was tight enough to keep her hood on.

He leaned her slightly forward and pulled on the ziptie to attach a chain to it keeping her kneeling just inches from the wall. She had nowhere to go but wait for whatever was about to happen. Suddenly, he pressed something onto her back, it felt almost like a sticker or label.

STC OUTBOUND
F-SLAVE #3571
TRANSPORT-4
INTL-5661
NDS-478280

Though she couldn’t see it, the large label on her back wasn’t going anywhere. The big bold text and barcode spelled out exactly what was happening to her over the next few hours.

She waited still in pain, she could hear tools in the distance and the occasional voices but wasn’t able to make them out.

After a few minutes, she could hear steps near her and a zip, it seemed another slave had joined her in the bizarre predicament, but she had no clue who or what was happening to them either.

Suddenly, her thoughts were broken by the sound of machinery beeping as it backed up, a large forklift slowly moving their direction, followed by a thud. It had dropped something large behind them, but they waited without any idea of what it was.

Suddenly, Stella heard a beep behind her, as one of the men working in the area scanned the barcode on her label. Her neck was released from the wall as she was drug a few feet on her knees, struggling to keep up, but sadly the zip tie remained.

She was led onto something, it was rubbery but not soft. It provided some relief to her knees but it wouldn’t be long lived. Without warning, she was pushed down so her face was against the rubber mat, and her ass was up in the air.

She heard a click and could tell her neck was suddenly secured to the floor. She could hear two strange men she hadn’t met before and now she was face down and ass up with nowhere to go. She couldn’t even cry for help with the gag filling her mouth.

Stella waited patiently as they secured her ankles to clips on the weird surface as well, completely immobilizing her. She was humiliated in front of the two strangers and couldn’t do anything about it as they circled her working without regard for her humanity.

Suddenly, she heard a drill inches from her face. The two men were securing the walls. Stella didn’t realize, but she was about to find herself secured in a transport crate.

Stella waited patiently as the tools worked around her, she was terrified and had no clue what was happening. Her new tattoo was still itching and her pussy sore from the new piercings holding it tightly shut.

Without warning however, one of the men grabbed the base of Stella’s butt plug and pulled it out. She buckled in pain but had nowhere to go. The air rushed into her gaping hole as she bit down into the gag trying to find some relief.

Stella was still confused by her predicament, fully expecting the stranger to insert his cock. Instead, she suddenly felt a dildo being pressed into her sore asshole. She grunted and wanted to resist, but clearly had no choice as he pressed it deeper into her.

Suddenly, the tools whirled again and the sound became muffled. As she heard the final screw of the drill, the dildo pressed slightly deeper into her and she realized what had happened.

Stella had been completely secured in the wooden crate, with a dildo attached to the wall against her ass, and the mounting of it holding the phallic figure deep inside her so she had nowhere to even wiggle to and no way to remove it.

She tried not to hyperventilate as she could barely hear and couldn’t move with the dildo deep inside her while her neck, ankles, and wrists were all restrained.

The men labeled the outside of the crate with stickers similar to the one still attached to Stella’s back. And without even a moment of thought, moved onto the next slave, leaving her crated and ready for transport.

TO BE CONTINUED...