Zip, zero, nadda chance in Hell

The Captain looked at her and laughed. "I've already paid for you. I hate to tell you this, but your Uncle Filbert is also one of us. He gave his consent for us to take you. He said you needed to learn how to treat others, and that making you a **** by training you would the ideal way. No one in your family is going to miss you. Not even your friends. You're a spoiled, selfish bitch who has to learn her place. Rachel did you, and us, a favor by bringing you here. Now get those panties off, and let's go! You can keep those ridiculous socks and shoes. All the other girls will get a good laugh out of them."

When she didn't budge, Rachel came after her again with the knife. "All right! All right!" She held her hands up in surrender. "I'll take them off!" She gingerly pushed them down over her hips, and let them fall to the ground. Then she stepped out of them. Now she was trying to cover her enormous breasts and her pussy at the same time.

"I'll take those to remember you by," said Rachel as she bent over to pick up Jenna's discarded panties.

The Captain looked at two members of his crew. "Take Miss Cow Tits aboard. Show her to the bridal suite."

The two sailors took Jenna by the arms, and escorted her up loading ramp. Her naked ass bounced and swished back and forth as she walked. Rachel smiled as she watched her disappear somewhere onto the ship. "Well, I guess that concludes our business, Uncle Raymond."

The Captain chuckled. "Yes, it certainly does. I look forward to the next girl you find for us. This one really should hit the auction for a decent amount of money. She's everything a **** owner dreams about. She's going to make someone an excellent breeder. We're probably going to train her to be a pregnancy slut. With tits like that, she could feed an army." He turned to go, and stopped. "I almost forgot, brunettes and redheads are making a comeback on the market. Just so you know. Tell that brother of yours I said hello."

Rachel smiled. "Will do, Uncle Raymond. May the wind be at your back." She watched as he boarded the ship. and the cargo ramp was retracted. Moments later the ship's bell and horns sound its departure. The big freighter slowly left the dock, and headed out to sea. Where Jenna would end up, Rachel didn't know. Nor did she really care. She had her **** now, and Old Cow Tits was gone forever. She looked at the pair of panties in her hand, and smiled. She also watched as the remnants of the wedding gown floated out to sea, and eventually sank under the water with the ship in the ocean in the background churning farther and farther out to sea.

( Disclaimer: No bridal gowns were harmed during the writing of this chapter. However, it was discovered that Rachel has a panty fetish.

"I do not have a panty fetish!" an embarrassed Rachel exclaimed.

Then why have you kept all the panties belonging to the girls you've sold to your Uncle Raymond? The author would like to know!

"That's none of his business!" she answered back tersely. "They're mementos!"

Mementos that usually end up in bed with you?

"What? I've never!"

Oh yes you did! We have it on video!

"Do not!"

Do too! We'll send you a copy. You actually look very sexy, laying on your bed while rubbing yourself with those panties.

Rachel became quite speechless at this point, as her face turned fifty different shades of red.

At any rate, any similarities to events either real or fictional is purely coincidental. Stay tuned for our next exciting chapter, where we might find out what happens to Jenna. Or, perhaps she'll become the star of her own spinoff story called "The **** Bride." Until next time, happy reading! )