A story about not getting what you ordered and paid for…
It’s happened to all of us, hasn’t it?
George tapped the keypad on his phone and waited as the bland inoffensive elevator music played. He strode back and forth in his garage, impatient and pissed off.
He had been on hold for over 5 minutes now and his excitement at receiving his shipment had long worn off. Replaced by annoyance and disbelief at not getting what he had paid for.
“This isn’t what I fuckin ordered! Not fucking at all!” he mumbled loudly.
He looked to his right and stared straight into a pair of terrified green eyes. The forehead above those eyes was deeply creased in terror and he could see beads of sweat now running down over pale flushed skin.
The sound of an anguished deep guttural moan filled the garage as the mouth below those eyes tried to communicate. But that mouth was well sealed up and had been for days now, to make transporting an unwillingly bound up naked body as quiet and covert as possible.
George reached out with his free hand and brought it down hard with a loud audible slap across some saggy breast flesh. He gripped the length of chain dangling of the terrified woman’s weighed down right tit and he pulled.
After a couple gratuitous yanks to alleviate some of his anger, he ran his hand up the links of chain and he put his finger through the large steel ring pierced through the distended left nipple.
“What a big old pair of nasty sagging tits. Jesus, you are one fat old whore.”
Royally pissed off at not getting the product he wanted and having to wait so damn long on the phone, he gave the ring a twist and then a violent tug upward. The shrieking he heard from behind the huge gag made his cock twitch and start to actually grow stiff again.
“Okay, well at least you seem to be able to scream like shit, when properly abused. I wonder how well you’d scream if I stuck some long nee….OH…Hello, hello!” he shouted into the phone as a voice finally interrupted the bland music.
George cursed as the voice gave an automated sounding reply, “You have selected product complaints. Please help us in speeding along your complaints process by answering these simple questions.”
Goerge sighed and looked with annoyance at the pair of ultra teary eyes staring out and up at him.
“What the fuck are you so upset about? I am the one who just spent 10 grand to rent a supposedly sweet teen fuck toy for a whole month…and instead I got this fat piece of shit!”
His hand cupped the shaved fleshy mound of the ‘piece of shit’ in question. The pubic mound he groped, belonged to the middle-aged woman trussed up and trembling in horrific fear in his garage. There was a snug noose around her neck and her metal bar restrained feet balanced precariously on a block of wood
She once again tried to mumble something out from behind the intrusive silencing gag. A combination gag of an enormous ball attached to a thick leather panel that was most effective in muffling all but her loudest shrieks.
A distress filled shriek now caught in her noosed throat as two of his fingers curled up and easily inserted themselves in her slit. He moved them around inside her warm channel and then even added a third finger. George glared into her anguished face, even more visibly annoyed.
“Christ, even your ugly pussy is a loose gaping hole. You’ve been seriously well fucked in the past, haven’t ya…you fat ugly piece of shit!”
He literally spat his disgust of her into her red tinged face. Her breathing was irregular from both the terror she felt and the lack of air she was getting from the noose around her neck.
She tried once again to lift her heels off the block of wood. It was an effort she could only hope to achieve for a few minutes before the weight of her own generously sized body won out and she went back to suffering as the noose tightened up around her neck.
“I am sorry, but ‘Shit’ is not an accepted response.” Voiced his phone, “Please repeat your answer. Did your product arrive alive?”
George smirked and then barked out, “YES”…Then he covered the phone’s mic and with an evil grin murmured, “For now.”
“Did your product arrive damaged?”
George looked over the naked, terrified and sniveling woman one more time. Yes, she was fat, old and big breasted, but there was a certain arousal he was achieving by watching her standing there and struggling.
He grabbed the barcode tag hanging from her left nipple and gave it a fierce yank before twisting it up high so he could look closely at her torso. Over her muffled wails he said into his phone,
“Did your product arrive free of its restraints?”
George let go of the sobbing woman’s tit and then ran his hand down over the multitude of straps and belts keeping her inescapably secure with many little padlocks added.
“NO…Well secured.” He smiled into the distraught woman’s face, “With no hope of ever escaping.” He added so just she heard.
The forty plus year old woman really looked terrified now, George correctly surmised. In fact, what George didn’t know was that his trussed up, freshly unpacked order, had only been in this state of agonizing bondage and degradation for a few days now.
This horrific unbelievable and bewildering nightmare she was trapped in, was utterly new to her, seeing how she had just been ‘acquired’ a few days ago. Before this, Catherine, or Cathy to her friends and family, had just been a middle-aged house wife, going about her life.
She had gone out with some work friends to a bar, a rare occasion for her. And when leaving the bar that night thru a darkened alley to short cut to her car, she had stumbled upon two screaming young women being pushed into a van.
Four men were viciously manhandling the girls. One girl’s stretchy, hip hugging clubbing dress, was already pulled up over her tanned hips and her thong had been ripped free to bind her wrists.
Two other men were rapidly putting multiple zip ties around the other girl’s flailing about long legs. Catherine dropped her purse in shock, and she tried to shout, stop.
Her voice came out in a hoarse mumble as one of the men ran at her. She turned to run too, but never made it away. Her screams for help quickly snuffed out by some muscular man’s large hand as he shouted back at the other men,
“I got the fat bitch! Someone throw me some duct tape, and a shitload of zipties. This one’s gonna need some extra around these thunder thighs.”
Minutes later, with sticky tape plastered over her nonstop screaming mouth, she lay hogtied in two dozen zip ties. Lying helpless beside the other two shrieking and panicked girls.
Then the real onslaught of endless degrading horrors began. For not even before they had arrived at their destination, had the sticky tape come off Cathy’s mouth. Her desperate sobbing pleading stopped when a nasty pair of pliers was then applied to her tits.
The two other bound girls in the van both went into a state of shock as they watched the men brutalize the much older Cathy. Her pleading shocked screams then snuffed out by many a thick dick, one after the other that invaded and then exploded in her mouth.
That was days ago. Or for her, it felt like a life time ago. Now, here Cathy stood, naked, shivering and at the mercy of some sick pervert who said repeatedly, and to her horror, that he had bought her. That he had rented her for a month.
“Is the product what you ordered?” asked the monotone voice on the phone.
George took a deep breath before answering, to stop from getting even angrier. Then with a sick grin on his face, he picked his favorite carbon cane off his nearby work bench.
With a powerful swing of his arm, he cracked the cane across the pair of sagging, pierced tits heaving from panic in front of him.
“NO…NO…NO…” he shouted into the phone, “NOT…WHAT…I…FUCKING…ORDERED!”
Each shouted word he accompanied with a nasty cane strike across the quaking and thrashing body of the shrieking captive woman in front of him. Huge welts appeared on her body and a couple of the most vicious cane strikes leaked blood.
One nasty cane mark in particular, brutally crossed her right nipple. So brutal was the damage inflicted on her tit, that when George put his finger thru the ring to give it a twist, he only got 180 degrees into the twisting of her mangled nipple before the piercing popped off and the ring slid down his finger.
“Not what you ordered.” Repeated the phone, “Please hold and we will get an agent to assist you.”
George held up his finger that nipple ring now adorned. He smeared the blood on his finger down the nose of the shrieking woman and then he spat into her agony filled face.
“I sure the hell hope they don’t charge me for that damage when I return your fat ugly ass.”
Just as he was about to think up some other way to take out his frustration on the poor simpering and sobbing woman, a live voice came over the line.
A male voice asked, “Hello, is this Mr. George Everson?”
“Yes…YES it sure the fuck is!” barked George at the phone.
“Can I ask what the issue is Mr. Everson? You seem a tad bit upset.”
“Yes, I am upset! My order, the hot sexy young teen bitch I paid to have for a month! Is not what I received and unpacked. The fat thing I got, it must weigh 200 pounds. Her tits are saggy, and her ass is fucking lumpy and huge. There’s disgusting extra rolls of flesh on her stomach…Christ I can’t believe anyone would pay a dime for this ugly fat thing!”
George was red in the face as he finished his tirade into the phone. A facial color shared by the shocked and crying woman dangling there in his garage.
The noose around Cathy’s neck and the shocking and utterly demeaning way he was describing her, was causing the same colorization of her agony filled face.
“I even bought a cute, super short, size 2 pleated skirt for the little bitch I was supposed to receive. Fuck, I don’t even think it would fit around one of this skanky cow’s humongous thighs!”
“Well let’s see, George, what you ordered and what we shipped you.” The chummy sounding voice said.
On the line, there was a muffled sound and then George heard a muffled female shriek. Over the tapping of keyboard noises, George could hear the male voice gruffly bark,
“Keep your fucking useless mouth on my dick, bitch. Or you’ll get bound up like a pretzel and put back in the box for the rest of your long stay.”
The voice then became friendly again, and loud and clear through the phone, “So what is the product’s code number we sent you?”
George looked perplexed for a second. He put the phone on speaker mode and then yanked on Cathy’s left tit. He studied the tag and then barked loudly,
“I dunno! I can’t read the barcode hanging from its saggy ugly tit…Oh wait, there’s a number branded across her boob. It says R186. It’s branded across the top of her pussy too. And I see it burned into her fat ass. Wow, lots of room back there to burn things into!”
George smirked and then swatted at the sniveling woman’s plump and cellulite riddled ass. He pondered aloud, how much fun it would be to whip the shit out of an ass that large. And that maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to rent or buy a big fat whore toy.
Cathy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. In her head she was screaming. The only thing coming out of her mouth though, was strictly muffled groans paired with her constant snotty whimpers. The huge gag covering most of her lower face was restricting her communication to almost nothing.
The repeated hard slaps of his hand across her bare jiggingly ass and his barrage of demeaning words kept her in a constant state of near hyper panic. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her.
“Oh crap. I see what has happened, George…There’s been an error in product retrieval from down in the holding cells. We sent you R186, that’s Reject number 186. We should have shipped you T186. Of course, that would be Teen 186.”
“Reject 186?” George curiously asked into the phone, his eyes though were scanning up and down Cathy’s shuddering and twitching body.
“Yes, R is for Reject. Sometimes our acquisition teams scoop up more than what they were hunting for. And well, simply put, we end up with some ‘collateral cunt crap’, as the snatch and grab boys like to say. You know, like fat mothers when we grab their hot teenage daughters, or ugly friends of the main target that was selected.”
“Sometimes we even just scoop up an innocent bystander, if they saw too much. Notes on R186’s file say just that. Obtained as collateral cunt crap on our August 12th acquisition run. Further notes say it was deemed unworthy to auction off due to her age and deemed level of ugliness, so we threw it down in the rejection cell, to be kept until we had next month’s bargain trash night.”
“Well what the fuck I am supposed to do with the ugly old whore!? Return it to you…I still have the crate the fat slut came in…But it’s in pieces…And more importantly when do I get the fresh, lean, and toned 18 year old I ordered and paid for?”
George’s annoyance had peaked again. And to calm himself he picked up the cane and he took an aggressive stress reducing swipe at Cathy’s large left ass cheek.
He swung it again and this time the violent crack of the cane on her flesh was so loud and so pleasing to George, he could feel the tension and anger lower in his body.
Pleased with how the caning of her large ass made him feel, George violently struck her ass three more times. His stress and anger was quickly was receding now as he watched her ample ass vibrate under each skin breaking strike of the cane.
And in time with Cathy’s guttural gagged scream, the voice on the phone laughed.
“George, I have just checked with shipping and your order is going out today. Seems your proper order, T186, had been boxed up and just sitting there in the corner of the shipping department for the last couple days. Our bad…Sorry.”
“But George, it sounds like what we did send you, is maybe giving you some…entertainment?”
George grasped the lower half of Cathy’s terrified and leather sealed-in face. He smirked at her and then loudly shouted at the phone.
“Well, her face is ugly and her tits are saggy as hell…and her thighs are mega huge…But I have found cracking a cane across this much jiggly flesh to be…how shall I say…therapeutic?...So how do I return the old cow?”
There were trails of humiliation and terror ridden tears flowing down Cathy’s face. Her legs were quaking, her tits shivering as her metal constrained ankles shook and her feet ached. Her nightmare seemed endless, and then to her disbelieving horror, it seemed it might possibly…get worse.
“George, because of our fuck up here at the Syndicate’s HQ, Cunt’s R’us management has told me we are expediting the shipment of T186 to you, the 18 year old teen you ordered. You can even keep the teen for a few extra days too. No charge…And George…” said the voice in a pleased tone.
“Management has let me know that you can keep R186…No need to return it or any of the equipment that came with it…Which means, best of all you can do whatever nasty shit you want to the reject we mistakenly shipped you.”
Cathy’s strictly bound body was now in full-on shaking mode. Her breathing was uneven, and she was futilely straining her limbs against the leather belts and cuffs that would never ever give.
Her ample body was sweating everywhere as she listened to the sick and twisted words pour from the speaker on George’s phone. Degrading and shocking words, that described her dire and painful future.
“You don’t ever have to worry about shipping it back to us…And really, George, it would be best for all of us, if it never even got back onto the market, if you know what I mean…So go at it!”
George barked out a short, “Thank you” and then he tapped his phone to kill the call.
He ran his hands all around Cathy’s heaving and sagging cane marked tits. Then he drove one of his hands in between her stuck together thighs and with enough probing and pinching, he found her clit hidden in the fleshy folds of her sex.
He pinched hard and at the same time, kicked out the block of wood he had placed under her tired trapped feet.
And as the middle-aged woman dangled there, her toes barely touching the floor, George laughed and told her,
“Like the man says, I don’t have to return you…You’re a fucking fat ugly reject that nobody wants…But a fat reject I plan on enjoying fucking with and brutally fucking up! Every nasty torture I have ever wanted to try, I can…Seeing how they don’t want you returned…and I won’t get charged a damage fee for maiming your fat pig ass!”
George then turned to his garage’s work bench and he picked up his hammer and some nails.
“Gawd…this should be fun to see how long you make it. Hopefully you’ll survive long enough to see my sexy and pretty, proper order arrive! In the meantime cow, let’s nail that block of wood to your poor dangling feet. That way you won’t hang yourself…just yet!”
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