The Merchandise is Examined

Sarah's eyes are drawn in closer to the strange event. All thoughts of exited the tab have already vanished. Her fingers slip to the front of panties. Their natural place when she watched these videos.

"What are they doing" Sarah mumbled.

The Slaves had been drawn from the cages and placed on display. Their ankles were kept apart by spreader bars and their arms were spread and bound by wooden stocks that hung from the ceiling. The stocks were only lowered enough so that each **** was **** to stand on the tips of her toes.

Meanwhile, the customers walked among them with appraisers eyes. The quality of their teeth, the weight of their breasts, and the size of their hips were all tested. But, the patrons seemed to especially delight in testing how wet the slaves got.

Sarah squirmed in her seat, fingers brushing hard against her clit through the fabric.

The camera went to their favorite subject, **** #4566. The redhead was panting and gasping loudly as a young man in a mask was pumping her with three fingers. The girth of it was so great as to leave her shaking and thrashing in her restrictive bonds.

The man's eyes were entirely focused on the ****'s sex. Sarah's mind could only interpret the look one way. To him, #4566 was that pussy. A hole for fucking, a behind it a womb for filling. It was her being.

"Mff." Sarah grunted.

Her ears soon rang with screaming and thrashing. **** #4566 was having an orgasm, right then and there on the stage. Her mouth twisted and formed wild shapes. Her hips thrust back and forth wildly. It seemed the intense scale of the penetration had only increased her pleasure.

What did being penetrated by so many fingers at once even feel like? Sarah's hand formed into a shape matching the patron's. But, before she could experiment she shook her head. Taking in something so big would just be too scary.

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