Sold Like Cattle

"C'mon bitch," David ordered, opening up your closet. You walked out on all fours, your hood making you oblivious to everything. David reached down to slap your thick, hormone-fed ass.

"He looks good," Ernest said. You could detect a second mans footsteps as well. You reached forward to dumbly feel at the second man's foot. It was Hans. You earned a kick to the balls for that.

"Of course. It'll be all cash, please. Now, climb up into the crate, piggie. Your new masters will be giving you future orders."

You panicked. You were in a bad situation, but at least it was a situation you knew. The unknown ... that was truly scary. You tried to stand up, you tried to undo the buckles for your hood. It was a big mistake, as the three men wrestled you down into submission, pushing you into the crate and cuffing your wrists and ankles to the bars.

"Big mistake faggot. Your new owners will punish you when you get to their home. This is goodbye, forever. Carrie wanted you gone too, you know."

You rode in the back of a van in your crate, sobbing.