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Stella was in shock as the forklift moved in and lifted the crate she was secured inside. She could feel it moving as they drove it across the room and placed it down in what she could only assume was some sort of vehicle.

She waited without any options as her discomfort with this predicament grew. After some time she could feel movement. Though her body was virtually still, she knew the crate was moving.

Stella couldn’t believe this, she was probably traveling down the road in the back of some truck, naked, bound, marked, and ass stuffed. All the while, every car passing by would have no idea.

She was humiliated at this new part of her journey, yet somehow it was all causing her pussy to ache for attention, however she knew after her new piercings that it was never coming.

The truck traveled for a couple hours and Stella had no choice but to wait, kneeling and restrained, with the dildo deep inside her ass. Every bump on the road drove it into her more, but she had no way to resist or predict anything.

Finally, after a few twists and turns, the truck rolled to a stop. After a few minutes she felt a jolt and her crate began moving. She wasn’t for sure but she was hoping it was another forklift coming to end this terrible ride.

The movement continued for a few minutes and suddenly she was brought to a stop. The dildo dug in as the crate met the ground, and she could tell whoever was moving her crate either had no idea she was in there, or no regard for her comfort.

She waited in darkness and silence, again trying to make out the muffled sounds of things around her, but had no idea what was going on.

After several minutes, finally she felt as if they were moving again. But this time seemed different. They were moving faster, quicker, and suddenly… higher.

Stella could feel her ears popping as the plane rose to the sky. She was hyperventilating in shock. She was literally going to be 30,000 feet in the air like this, going who knows how far away for how long.

All she could think about was seeing her family one last time. The small conservative town where she grew up. Oh how they’d be horrified with her now. A tattooed, pierced, freak, naked for strangers and having things forced in her ass.

Hours went by of nothing but continued darkness and discomfort for Stella. She waited patiently as her knees accepted the pain, and her hole felt like it had become one with the dildo.

Suddenly, her ears began to pop again and she was praying it was nearly over. As the plane landed, another bump drove the dildo even deeper than she could’ve imagined. Stella winced in pain, praying it would soon be removed.

Several minutes went but once the plane stopped before she felt movement again. She could tell she was moving but slowly before again being placed somewhere. Her crate was secured into a local delivery van and off she went.

The road felt bumpy as the van drove for miles taking twists and turns that only made Stella more uncomfortable. At this point, her knees were practically mush and the only thing reminding her she was still living was the dildo constantly pressing in and out of her ass as the van turned.

After quite some time it finally came to a stop. She could hear voices but they were far too muffled to make out the words. She could feel the crate moving and then what hopefully was one final thud of it hitting the ground.

Stella couldn’t see it but she was now in the center of a grand room, clearly about to be the center of attention.

Two men approached with tools, slowly removing the top piece of the crate to look down and find her still in the same predicament she’d been placed in many hours ago.

As they set the top of the crate down, they pulled out the paperwork stapled to the inside.

Congratulations, your delivery has arrived.

• Confirm the serial number of the slave inside matches your order.
• Using tools, remove the bolts securing the wooden sides and set aside.
• Use caution when removing any pieces containing inserted devices.
• For its safety, the slave has been hooded during transport. For best results, remove the hood and let the slave reorient itself for 1 hour.
• Next use the key labeled collar to unlock the chain from the crate floor.
• Disconnect ankle restraints, and using the chain, lead the slave out of the crate.
• Verify the serial number on your order matches the serial number on the slave.
• Enjoy!
  

One man read the instructions diligently as the other brought over the keys that had been mailed ahead of time. They slowly remove the front wall, followed by the sides.

Stella could hear the tools whirling but had no clue who was holding them. She was completely unaware of the audience watching. She was being unboxed like some toy in front of a dozen people she’d never met, and she had no clue.

They watched as the walls of the crate were set aside, exposing Stella’s naked body still bound tightly with her hands behind her back and neck chained to the bottom of the crate.

“Halt.” A voice shouted.

Stella was shook, it was the first thing she’d clearly heard in quite some time. She was dying to know what was happening but the hood kept her completely in the dark.

Suddenly, she heard a voice but she couldn’t make out the words. She couldn’t tell if it was in another language or if she simply was losing her mind.

A couple minutes went by and finally she could feel her neck being fondled as they prepared to disconnect it from the crate bottom.

Stella was anxious but still in discomfort from the position she’d been in for so long, and the dildo still deep in her ass.

The men all admired her as the one who unhooked her neck slowly tried to raise her head, despite the dildo and ankle restraints still keeping her tightly secured.

Suddenly, her hood was pulled off. Stella couldn’t see a thing as her eyes desperately tried to adjust to the light. She blinked continuously and bit into her gag in frustration.

Finally, she began to make out the shapes of people, and finally, a man sitting about 15 feet away in a large chair. Though he was sitting he was tall, likely over 6 feet, and well built. On top of that, his dark black skin glistened in the light.

Suddenly, he spoke. “Welcome to your new life slave, welcome to Africa.”

Stella couldn’t believe her ears, she’d grown up her entire life hearing about how terrible interracial relationships were from her parents and now she was going to be the property of this man?

Her eyes lowered and she tried to take in the room, seeing two younger men to his side, and several others scattered around. She could see the bulge in some of their pants growing already.

“I’m the king of these lands,” the man resumed, “and we’ve been waiting a long time for a special piece of meat like you.”

Stella bit down into the gag, surely this didn’t mean what she knew it did.

“My sons have both turned 18 and are deserving of a tool to take out their pent up energy,” the king said, “they will be given unlimited access to you, and my hard working staff will be respected by your mouth upon any request.”

Tears rolled down Stella’s face as she tried to sniffle and continue listening to these terrible words. She’d never even dreamed of something like this in her worst nightmare, yet here she was.

Stella bit into the gag as one of the men with tools began removing the rear panel of the crate. Everyone watched as she was humiliated by the dildo slowly being removed from her ass.

Warm air rushed into her gaping hole as it exited and she let out a grunt.

One of the sons let out a chuckle, quickly retracting his smile as his father turned to him.

“What is it son,” the king asked.

“If it thought that was big, surely it will be in for a surprise,” the son responded, as respectfully as possible.

“Ha!” The king laughed audibly, “quite true my boy.”

Stella was shook, now she was exposed with her sore ass up in the air for this entire room of strangers, which she clearly was expected to serve for who knows how long.

The men laughed at her as she looked around, the fear showing in her eyes.

“Let the festivities resume,” the king ordered.

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