New Underground Railroad - Post Eastlake Raids - 27
Posted by: DesertDog in New Underground Railroad Movement, White Slave Act of 2000The Border Crossing Begins
Flora and Buffy knelt quietly in the back of the moving delivery van. Slave girls in the hands of an experienced slave handler less than half their age, they had been given no choice in the matter and were now tightly strapped in place and beginning their journey to their first owners. During the loading process, Flora would normally have carefully watched her closest friend and evaluated her every move as she was led into the van. Instead, Flora had kept her eyes aimed respectfully downward on the sidewalk as she patiently awaited her turn to be loaded. Then, eyes still locked on the heels of the young woman who was leading her deeper into slavery, she had hobbled up the ramp. Flora”s fiercely independent streak had been hamstrung by a few simple consequences of her new status. She had no idea that young Clara had known exactly how to burst her bubble of self possession and confidence.
The small step van had a simple ramp protruding from the opened twin doors at the vehicle”s rear. After she entered, Flora had only scant seconds to observe that the ceiling and walls of the unadorned bare metal interior were lined with heavy steel ring attachment points. Lengths of chain, leather cuffs, and binding cord were scattered messily about the interior.
“When necessary, this van can hold nearly twenty women packed in upright like sardines,” Clara whispered softly to Flora as they stepped into the van.
Flora”s eyes ignored the slavery paraphernalia and instead she tugged back in denial away from the naked backs of five young women bound side by side over parallel rows of three black fiberglass mounting blocks. Atop one of the rear-most row of mounting blocks was the naked rump of her friend Buffy and the sixth station was vacant awaiting Flora”s body. In addition to everything else that had occurred, Flora finally got a close up view of the two tattoos that adorned their butts.
“Hooo!” was her muffled protest.
Clara”s eyes hardened at the mother”s involuntary move toward the back of the van and freedom. She yanked hard on the leash, drawing them close, and stuck her mouth beside Flora”s ear. “That”ll cost you cunt! Your opinion matters less than the ants we walked over crossing the motel sidewalk. You are no longer in charge of your destiny! A poor report from me and you”ll be hanging over a milking rail with some kid pumping hypodermics full of hormones into those fat tits of yours! Or, - maybe your owners will have you consigned to a Mexican whorehouse servicing tourists and young college kids until you”re properly subservient!”
Flora was slammed down belly-first onto the vacant mounting block next to Buffy. Deftly, Clara ran a strap across her lower back and cinched it tight. With her ankles already hobbled and her hands cuffed behind her back, the simple strap rendered the big breasted blonde fully helpless. Clara pushed down firmly on her face and her gag-covered mouth was pressed tightly into a section of neoprene rubber lining the “head” of the mounting block. A strap slipped over the back of her head and Flora couldn”t move her head even to peer sideways. Another set of straps slid over the backs of her ankles and tightened.
“Sometimes we do the tattooing here in the van,” Clara whispered into Flora”s ear. “But in your case, it was a lot more fun to let that young boy help prepare you. Should I check your slimy pussy again to see how juiced up you are for another round of sex?”
Without waiting for permission from the gagged blonde, Clara”s fingers quickly slipped along the exposed gooey crease between Flora”s legs. A musky stench rose from the wet trail she left across Flora”s forehead.
“Yes, - you”re a natural slut,” Clara said loudly with evident satisfaction. Then, she whispered just for Flora to hear, “I think you need a bit more cock to remind you that you”re nothing now, - nothing but a cum bucket or house slave for your Masters.”
“Girls,” Clara announced gaily to the van load of six gagged women, “this bimbo here asked to be the one to “tip” the guards and inspectors at the Nogales Border Crossing Stations. I know it”s piggish of her to want all their attention, but she begged so nicely that I finally acquiesced and decided to let her have her way. So, - all the blowjobs and wham-bam-fucks will be on this greedy cum slut.”
Flora wanted to die. Unfortunately, she could do nothing about her predicament.
Clara strode down the ramp grinning. “The bonus is mine!” she thought gleefully. “One of the bimbos was already a natural submissive and the other is easy to read and manipulate. Both of them are natural, hot-blooded sluts. They”ll make perfect domestic slaves. ”
Southbound on Interstate 10, Clara and her load of livestock quickly left Tucson, passed by Green Valley, and approached the small town of Nogales, USA. Having passed through the border inspection stations many times, Clara had her personal papers, vehicle registration and insurance cards, and the cargo manifest and proofs of ownership at hand. At the border station, she pulled into the right lanes of traffic behind tractor trailers and approached the row of parallel kiosks.
“Hey, honey!” The burly woman in a Border Patrol uniform greeted Clara with a big grin as her truck window lined up with the woman”s booth window. “I haven”t seen you crossing for awhile; you got a nice load of girl flesh today?”
“Yes, Ma”am,” Clara answered cheerfully. “Sorry you”re not in the inspection pens today “cause I”ve got a hot bitch you”d really enjoy.” As she spoke, she passed over her special Border Trade Zone Slave Passport and a copy of the truck manifest. “One of the cunts is older with a nice body, big soft tits, and an ass to die for. She”s newly converted and needs a little persuasion.”
“Where are you delivering today?” The woman asked after giving an appreciative whistle at the description and smiling widely at the implicit offer to use the slave if she could take a break soon.
“Ma”am, I”ve got two serving wenches each for Club Cuervo Negro and Club Subio Roja and then a delivery deeper south in Mexico.”
“Nothing for the Orquidea Dorada? That”s a shame. And, you”re not going further south than Puerto Peñasco?”
“Sorry about not having new meat for your favorite club, Ma”am. Maybe they”ll have some openings soon and you can preview them here at the border crossing. And, no, Ma”am, I”ll be stopping in Puerto Peñasco.”
“Alright then, - proceed on to the manifest inspection bay. Maybe I”ll take a break and check out your girl in the livestock inspection shed.”
Clara retrieved her passport and paperwork and cautiously drove forward to the lane going into the cargo manifest station. Once under the large shelter, she parked the van at a vacant inspection lane for human livestock, got out, and stood by the door waiting for an inspector.
Pedro Gonzalez” assistant wasn”t too pleased to see that she didn”t know the inspector that approached her van. Clara smiled and held out her paperwork. Given that some men disliked a slave that spoke, Clara remained silently smiling while the man reviewed her paperwork.
“I”ll need to inspect your livestock,” he said perfunctorily. “You know we have to confirm your loads are all legitimate slaves.”
Clara nodded and led the way to the back of the van. “Their access to databases sucks majorly,” she told herself. “Immigration doesn”t even have mobile handhelds to compare faces with slave database files.” A heavy multi-function barcode scanner with a high-resolution color screen hung from her belt. It used a wireless transceiver to communicate with a mobile computer workstation mounted in the van. Pedro Gonzalez made sure that his workers were tied into the most up to date files on the slaves they processed or delivered.
Miserable Flora was fully aware when the rear doors of the van opened and the outside heat flooded into the air conditioned compartment. She also knew that her sex was obscenely pointed upward at the doorway.
“Hey, these are pretty cool mounting blocks,” a man”s voice observed.
“Yes, Sir,” she heard Clara state respectfully. “We can pack them in when necessary by hanging the meat from the hooks but with a few high-end bitches like this load, it”s best to pamper them a bit. This way they don”t get bruised in the shipment and they”re easier to play with.”
“I”ll need to see their faces,” he replied.
“No problem, Sir. Just release this catch and the bitches” heads are freed. I can have any of them released for a full inspection as well; they”ll have to be coffled for inspection and processing on the Mexican side anyway.”
The inspector”s radio cackled and a female voice broke in, “Fred, this is Nina. I”ve got some new immigration forms and I”ll finish up for you.”
After talking with Nina, the guard turned to Clara and said, “Another inspector will be finishing up here. This is my first day and I don”t know anything about new paperwork.”
“That”s a shame, Sir,” Clara responded in an alluring voice. “Maybe next time we”ll have some free time and I can show you some of the fine points of inspecting human livestock.” As Clara spoke, she ran her fingertips down Flora”s naked spine, lingering for long seconds inside the cleft of her ass cheeks.
“Ummm,” Flora moaned and feebly raised her freed head a few inches in protest. Her piteous look at the inspector was ruined by the bovine appearance she gave with the wet gag straps running across her face.
“Holy shit,” the inspector whispered. “Is the slave aroused by this?”
“Come here,” Clara whispered, “check out her twat, it”s dripping like a faucet.”
“Wow!”
“This one”s a real slut,” Clara said smugly. “She”s in heat all the time.”
Flora moaned again at Clara”s tone. She knew it didn”t bode well for her.
Beside her, Clara jerked back smoothly on a lever mounted beside the mounting block and the entire assembly rose up to waist level.
“Unhhhh,” Flora moaned again.
“If you want, I”ll delay Nina for a few minutes and you can take her for a test ride. There are condoms in the bag hanging there by the truck door. Lock the door behind me and you”ll have at least fifteen minutes while I pay the export fees and do the paperwork.”
“Be sure to test out all her holes,” Clara offered. “If she”s deficient in any way, I”ll show you how we cane their cunts to encourage better performance. This will be the best cum bucket you”ve ever used or she”ll regret it for weeks.”
“Hoooo!” Flora moaned.
“Yeah, I guess you are a hot-blooded little “ho,” Fred said misinterpreting Clara”s muffled attempt to stop her use as a jism sponge.
“Unggghhh,” she grunted as he sunk home in one long lunge.
“Holy shit!” was his groan of appreciation.
Flora felt tears begin to flow down her face as the big cock on the inspector opened up the tight sheath of her vaginal canal. Resigned to her fate, she began to squeeze her inner muscles rhythmically in an attempt to speed up her rape and make her mounting more enjoyable for the inspector.
Unused to mounting helpless slaves, Fred began to screw the bound slave girl in the same thoughtful manner as he used on his own girlfriend. He varied his angle of fucking, swabbed his cock in little circles when he was fully seated, and explored Flora”s tiny anal star with one inquisitive thumb while the thumb and forefinger on his other hand pinched at her clitoris. His talented fuck aroused Flora to the point that she unwittingly began to snort and grunt in anticipation of a memorable orgasm.
Above Flora, Fred was happily fucking away as the beast beneath him bucked and grunted, fueling the speed and strength of his thrusts. He was fascinated with the way long strands of snot and drool dribbled off her gagged face as her head moved about in ecstasy. Fred the new border station inspector was very happy with his first day on the inspection line. His only fear was that he”d have no time or energy left to use the nymphomaniac bitch”s other two sex holes.
Nina was also happy with the outcome of Fred”s first inspection. Initially, she”d been surprised when Clara demurely asked, “Perhaps, I can service you today? The bitch I thought you could use in the van is getting stuffed right now by your new inspector.”
Clara proved to be very talented at pleasing a dominant woman. Nina was well relaxed as she accepted the ten dollar inspection and export fee per head for moving human livestock across the border.
Flora was still in befuddled post-orgasmic bliss as the van lurched forward and crossed onto the Mexico side of the border crossing stations.
