Story by  BunnyWrites

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The bound woman looks at you with widening eyes as you approach. Her eyes rimmed red from what had likely been a tearful morning; not many women are pleased to hear of their change in status. No more college for her, no mortgage, no career, no marriage. She was only merchandise now, to be bought, sold, and enjoyed however her new owner desired. Her lips quiver around the ball-gag as she looks to you like a saviour, her natural instinct being to call for help, expecting you to see her as a damsel in distress rather than prospective property. But she was wrong. She’d best get used to having her lips wrapped around a large intruder.

The echo of your heels reverb within the grocery store as you come to a halt, standing over her. Her cheeks blush and she averts her gaze, seemingly remembering she’s nude under the transparent clingfilm holding her curled up within the display cart.

You reach down and gently run your fingertips under her jaw, taking in the smoothness of her skin, before pulling her fearful face up towards you. She blinks quickly, her nostrils flaring as her breath comes hot and fast. You can almost taste the mix of fear and excitement coursing through her as she wonders what your intentions will be. You hold her fate in your hands.

You lower your fingers and squeeze them between her delicate neck and the hard leather of her collar. You wait a moment before yanking her forward, a muffled yelp escaping her lips as you make your intentions clear. You aren’t here to SAVE her, you’re here to BUY her. Skimming the tag hanging from her collar, you see her name, age, and measurements. It confirms she’d been caught fresh this morning. She’d likely endured hours of humiliation already, sitting in this cart as customers inspected her, groped her, evaluated her meat. But still, there’s a hint of defiance in the glare she shoots up at you.

You like the feisty ones. You expect she’ll still be wriggling and fighting her bindings up until her very last breath in the oven. Or maybe you’ll BBQ her? It was meant to be sunny this afternoon, and it would be nice to give any passers by a fine view of such lovely porcelain skin slowly turning a crispy golden brown. But that can wait, you have other more “private” activities planned for her first.

Letting go of her collar, you take a final look at her semi-naked form, her ample bust straining against the tight confines of the clingfilm, her curvy thighs rubbing against one another as she struggled against the strap holding them together. You reach down and give her bust a firm squeeze through the clingfilm, feeling the soft and tender give in them. The angry muffled squeal your groping generates is a pleasant bonus, and judging from the wriggling toes of the bound woman, it seems you might not be the only one getting some enjoyment out of the meat inspection process.

With a smirk, you give the woman’s hardening nipple a slight tweak through the clingfilm, delighting in the way her whole body twitches in the cart. Satisfied, you call out for the cashier. This one is coming home with you.

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My delectable meatgirl  BunnyWrites never fails to inspire me, and then, always eager to please as she is, she keeps coming up with beautiful stories to accompany them.
Maybe this is what has kept her out of an oven or a belly thus far? This or *other* talents of hers, maybe?
Go check her profile right now and give her some love. Let her know if you enjoyed her story, or seeing her wrapped up and ready for purchase, or if you want to learn more about her *talents*.
https://aryion.com/g4/view/635263

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