Punishment in Motion

Clarissa was now flung over the shoulder of another large individual, thankfully wearing swim shorts this time. She had gone in another elevator, up this time, and arrived in an area wear naked girls were strapped or in the process of being strapped in an array of many types of machines and frames.

“Mmmmnnnnh!”

“Eeaaahh!”

“Oogghhhh!”

And so it went as she passed girls in the various throws of ****, both painful and not.

She was carried to the end of a line of girls close to a rear door and laid down in front of a disassembled metal frame, the longest parts around six feet long, and a bunch of leather cuffs. The first thing the current man in charge of her did was to cuff her wrists and ankles. He then attached her left ankle near one end of the longest part and then there was pain.

“Errrhhaaaaahhhhhhh! Aaahhhhhhh! Mmnnhhhh!”

He was stretching her right leg to the other end of the square 6 1/2' pole. Her inner thighs felt like they were ripping apart and she couldn’t stop screaming in agony, as tears fell down her cheeks. The man had actually smiled upon hearing her, then actually attached two more leather straps, one for each upper thigh and tied Clarissa so they were digging into the square metal bar.

“Mmmnnnnhhhhhhhhh! Mmnnnnhhhh!”

She was now laying on her back with both legs perfectly horizontal resting atop the square bar with her humongous diamond honeydews to each side and constantly whimpering in pain. She was never an athletic girl and didn’t feel the need to stay in any kind of shape due to her genetic heritage, something that she was currently paying for.

He assembled the rest of the frame making a rectangle with a flat bar in the middle that split her butt cheeks and put pressure on her tailbone and dug into her back that she ended up strapped to the top of, her arms also stretched painfully to each corner, though nowhere near the pain in her thighs.

The next part she could see no reason for but to cause unnecessary pain. He turned her over, putting weight first on her thighs, then her breasts.

“Hhhuuhhh!”

Clarissa was face down leaning slightly to the left to help take off some weight when she felt something slimy, moist, long, and painfully filling expand her most private place.

“Uunnhhh”

Unbeknownst to her, the man was installing a motor to the frame, inserting the oversized two foot long self lubricating three inch wide nubbed drilldo that Simmons Technologies had sent over for any girls destined for their ranches. Only eleven inches actually penetrated her, the rest filled with the stabilizing rod and lubricant reservoir at the base. Once everything was bolted firmly in place, he flipped the frame back over and started attaching the rest of her long boxy enclosure. All done it was a long rectangular box frame that was 6 1/2’ x 3 1/2’ x 16” with a motor sticking out the side.

With the help of another employee the man bolted two tanks inside the frame, one on each side, with hoses coming our both of them. They then screwed on thick stainless steel panels on the sides, the the top which pushed down on her soft firm pillows pressing the flat edge of the bar into her back, then flipped her over for the final side. With their job was finally done, they put the frame on a long plastic pallet on and left, leaving Clarissa strapped to the ceiling of the container, limbs stretched torturously wide, her large breasts squeezed flat, and a large phallus deep inside.

A few minutes later a light blue uniformed man with a red diamond logo with the words Simmons Dairy came by with a pallet jack and holding a blue bag that he put atop her container and rolled her out the adjacent double doors and into a parking garage. She was eventually rolled to an elevated loading area n front of the open back end of a semi trailer that female moans could be heard from. He then rolled the jack away and crouched down with the now open bag and pulled out a couple blue scrunchies and brush, then removed the ball gag from Clarissa’s mouth.

“You probably wonder what’s happening to you. Don’t speak and let me explain.” He spoke even as he fixed her hair.

“Explain what? Where are you taking me?”

*sigh* “I said don’t speak.” He looked off into nowhere and then pulled out a syringe. “Why do they all insist on talking.” He then took off the cap and injected in into her arm, which she barely felt with the pain her thighs were still in.

“What was that? What are y-...y..” She had trouble getting out more words and even trying to speak caused her tongue to numb and jaw slacken.

“That’s better. This little concoction was created specifically to shut you girls up. It only lasts a few hours, but you’ll be gagged again anyway.” He went back to fixing her hair and continued. “All girls coming of age are entered in a training lottery and the selected girls get to decide which training program offered they wish to pursue, not that there are many options.” When he finished, her purple hair was tied up in twin pony tails that he then glued to the top panel while holding her head up.

“There, that should keep your head steady for the trip.”

Next her went behind her and took the clear 1 1/2” hose attached to the gray tank and began the process of insertion.

“Mmnnnh-eaarrrk”

“Most chosen girls get to choose which lifetime job they want from their options. Quit struggling, it only end up more painful. Anyway, your mother signed a contract that stipulated that if the government passed any law that **** you girls into service, our company would be your employer. And since you were bred for dairy production, here we are. Finally.”

“Unnnnnhhh!”

Finally managing to wriggle the tube far up her ass, he went back to the front opening. The gag he pulled out next was in fact a tube gag which he pushed down Clarissa’s throat. He then pulled about a narrower tube and attached to to the square tank that was filled with a special nutrient solution.

“Not sure what’s going to happen to your sister though. Only reason I had to explain things is because you are the first to come back to us from the Atlanta region. We’re headed for New Mexico by the way.”

The Simmons employee than went over and started up a forklift and picked up her pallet from the back and drove it in the semi trailer, placing it on another four crates, then backed the forklift out.

Clarissa could here moaning in front of her and looking up as much as she could, saw the ass of a dark skinned girl being plowed by a motor identical to hers.

The employee then came back and started to plug in power cords to outlets on the side of the trailer. One by one Clarissa could here motors coming on below her and either screams or moaning would ensue. The man then plugged in her food pump that was set to disperse nutrients at certain times and, then the bi-directional automatic variable random speed thrusting motor of the drilldo that would leave the girl guessing at the intensity.

“Mmmmmnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh! Unnnnhhhhnnnhhnhhnhh!”

“You girls have fun! Me and my partner will be back to bring more company soon.” He said after the top most girl was done with.

At the end of the day the semi trailer was fully loaded with all sixty girls who had who had volunteered for the training program. Not one of them expected to be treated like cargo. Clarissa was fortunate, depending on perspective, in that she arrived on the day of the monthly shipment. The rest of the girls were **** to wait at home until the truck arrived at the DFA which is one of the few 'qualified' agencies to legally handle females with impunity.

The truck pulled out into the darkening evening and drove to a nearby trucker hotel so they would be well rested for their nearly twelve hundred mile trek to Amarillo, Tx, being sure to plug the trailer into a local power source. In the morning the pair of employees would take turns driving for around eighteen hours until reaching their destination where the girls would spend another night in the truck.