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Captives in Colombia Ch. 01

By: gaggedKitty23



[This will be Part 1 of a five chapter story. I hope you enjoy ]




The air in the stifling room hung thick, smoke from the man's cigarette stubbornly curling towards the lone ceiling fan. It was twelve past midnight in Bogota, Colombia. The windows in the derelict building were boarded shut. Only the naked bulbs hanging over the interrogation table provided light or the appearance of warmth. 

Two sisters were bound to wooden chairs with blindfolds tied tightly round their heads. Trisha and Carly were alike almost in every way. Both young women had beautiful, lush blonde hair a stark white instead of the typical golden. Their luscious, full-sized breasts were larger than the petite models in a Victoria's Secret catalogue but not too heavy to weigh the women down when they wanted to saunter with the sexy sway of their hips. Each blonde's ivory skin had seen little sun and now glistened under the harsh light.

The interrogator gave them a grim look as the cigarette dangled from his mouth. His massive biceps rippled under a network of nightmarish tattoos. His entire physique screamed of some sort of demonic hybrid between a giant and a bull. He stood more than 6'10. Though a white undershirt barely contained his rippling torso, camouflaged army pants and boots filled out his appearance. 

"So...I see you do not want to be cooperative." The Russian gave them a dangerously placid look. He looked Trisha over. The only detectable difference between the two blondes was that Trisha's hair hung long and straight down her back in contrast to Carly's curly locks. 

He slowly approached both women, towering over them beside the table. He put a hand gently on the back of each girl's neck, feeling the jolt of their bodies shuddering under his touch. 

"I have asked you where your friends are hiding, and you have said nothing helpful," the Russian complained, enunciating slowly, word for word. 

Ivan had good reason to be impatient. The FSB agent had been sent here to kidnap the two grown daughters of the President of the United States, Gerald Kane. His ambush had gone almost completely according to plan except for one small miscalculation. One of the Secret Service agents had heroically died and allowed them to escape into the streets of Bogota. They were still able to capture three of the American friends traveling with the President's daughters, and this included Trisha and Carly...but the clock was ticking. It was now a race against time as Russian agents searched the streets of Bogota. He needed this information, and quickly, before the President's daughters found safe refuge. Would they make a break for it and attempt to contact the U.S. embassy? What was their likely course of action? Was there a pre-arranged safe house, and had these girls been told about it? He suspected that they had.

All these questions swirled through Ivan's mind as he interrogated the girls. 

The big Russian slammed his hand on the table.

"I do not have time for games!" 

Both women jumped in their seats. Ivan drew out a combat knife and slowly used it to cut away Trisha's blindfold. The blonde girl met his stare with brave defiance, which was saying something given the state of her dress. Ivan drank in the blonde girl's mouth-watering curves. She wore only her underwear and a bra. Exquisite, melon-shaped breasts gave way to a tightly-tucked belly, lean hips, all of it underneath a cute face with finely chiseled nose and innocent blue eyes. He slipped his hand inside her bra, cupping the breast and feeling the nipple bead underneath his pressing fingers.

"Uhhh...stop it you freak!"

"Mmm..you not like Ivan's caresses? Then you talk, stupid slut. Where is the safe house? Where are Danica and Ivy? Tell us where your friends are and you can go free. No one will blame you for giving them up...a poor, captured American girl scared for your life in some foreign country! What you have to lose, hm?"

Ivan abruptly grabbed the elastic waistband of her panty just above Trisha's ass and pulled it back, letting it go with a loud slap that made her wiggle. Even as he did so the knife came down towards her crotch, the flat of the blade pressed against her barely-covered slit, the point impaled on the chair cushion between her legs.

"You can't do this!" Trisha cried shrilly. "Let us go!" 

"Oh, I think I can." He looked for a moment thoughtfully into those baby-blue eyes. "But I think you need to truly believe the situation you're in." 

With sudden force he pistol-whipped poor Carly, sending the blonde sprawling out of her chair. The blindfolded blonde lay lifelessly on the carpet as Trisha gaped, words failing her. At the same time Ivan stalked over to the wall and pressed a button. A crackling voice could be heard on the other end, and then Ivan replied, "Bring in the other bitch. We'll interrogate them together. I think I've softened up one of the blonde sluts."

A few moments later 23-year-old Trisha gaped as they brought in Gabriella. The young woman-turned-captive had luxuriant brunette hair and bronze skin. She looked like a true Brazilian sex goddess. But her disheveled state looked far different than those fleeting moments before the three of them had been ambushed. Now Gabriella's tear-streaked face had been gagged, her hands cuffed in front of her. She wore only a slender panty and bra as well. Sweat clung to her smooth, unblemished skin and glistened between the cleft of her breasts.

Another big Russian, this one without tattoos but stocky as a pig, thrust her to her knees and pressed the barrel of a gun against one of her beautiful cheeks.

"This slut hasn't been talking yet either. I think we need to take a more direct approach."

Ivan nodded and put a brotherly hand on the other man's shoulder.

"You speak truth, Igor...these sluts are slow learners. Maybe we need to speed up these lessons, yes?"

"Please, we don't know anything!" Gabriella screeched. Trisha watched with horror, trying to weigh her options. Should she say anything? But Ivy and Danica were her closest friends, and they were the daughters of the President! Their lives were more important than hers...or even Carly's. She loved her sister so much...yet she loved her country too, and she didn't want to betray her best friends and sacrifice her honor just because of fear.

Besides, would these twisted psychos even let them go? Who was to say they would live up to their bargain if she told them the truth?

So Trisha kept her mouth shut even as Ivan cut her panty away and slashed her bra strap, sliding the useless fabric off her now naked and sweaty body. 

"Mmmm...look at what we have here. Last chance to talk, bitch. Where are the President's daughters? Where is the fucking safe house?" Trisha looked defiantly into the big Russian's eyes. 

"You must have shit for brains if you think I'll talk," she spat. Trisha waited for the hand to strike her, but nothing happened. Instead she was greeted by the roaring laughter of both men.

At last Igor's belly stopped rumbling and the stocky Russian agent grinned maliciously. "Oh, comrade, we are going to have fun breaking these bitches in. Much, much fun."

"Wait! What are you doing! Stop it!" Trisha moaned as Ivan knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs and inserting his tongue into her moist depths. Suddenly his squirming, pliable tongue was grazing hot against her snatch. The unexpected stimuli made her gasp and writhe. Her bonds held her wrists fast to the chair-back, and both of her sexy legs twitched but couldn't move because of the ropes binding her ankles to the outer corner of each chair leg. 

Trisha felt the tattooed Russian's hands massage her buttocks cheeks even as his tongue wormed deeper. Her heart beat like a staccato drum inside her chest. The sweat pouring off her brow and torso now found a new home between her legs. The heat there turned into something else...becoming the tiniest bit electrified...as the rapist's tongue found that sensitive nerve bundle. 

Her clit was on fire...engorged. The blonde captive didn't know what to do. She squirmed. She writhed. Trisha's neck snapped backward as she moaned and the distinctive squelching sound of gathering wetness rose from between her legs.

"Ahhh..yes, you taste good slut. I can feel you getting wet. Maybe I get you off, then you thank me by telling me where your slut friends are, yes?" Ivan crooned, his tongue lapping at her like a hungry beast. Trisha bit her lip and shook her head, but the moans he pried from her lips belied her defiance.

She closed her eyes, trying to forget that Gabriella was watching her moments of humiliation. Curiosity though somehow won out over horror, and she opened her eyes again, locking her stare with Gabriella's. The brunette captive didn't seem to have any judgment scrawled over her expression. Her friend watched with deadened, horrified eyes as the Russian rapist licked and sucked her blonde friend towards climax.

And then she was almost cumming. It was like an earthquake about to rip through Trisha's core. 

"Please stop it!" she moaned. Her crotch though had already been pressed unconsciously against her rapist's mouth. The blonde's straining pelvis was already pressing her clit eagerly onto the Russian's tongue. 

"Your body says otherwise," he grumbled roughly between the loud, wet slurps as she finally lost control. His hands grasped her waist tight as she shuddered and writhed. The juices came pouring out of her, flooding his triumphant face. As he came away, her juices glistening on his chin, a look of victory flickered momentarily in his eyes. 

Trisha's reddened cheeks received an immediate slap. Even in the after-daze of pleasant orgasm she felt the sting of his hand. 

"You bitch! Did I tell you to cum yet? You tell me now! Where are they?" But Trisha looked up sullenly at her captors.

"Make me cum all you want, you fucking pig! I'll tell you nothing! Not a thing!" She winced, prepared for the next slap, but it never came. Instead she just saw a thoughtful smile spread over Ivan's features. 

"Igor my friend...may I borrow your sweet piece of ass?" He gestured to Gabriella's now frantic form. The brunette girl struggled in Igor's arms as Igor stood her up, then thrust her legs wide and pinned her arms against her chest. With equal skill Ivan used his knife to disengage Gabriella's bra and then crudely yanked the panty to the brunette's knees. He made sure that Trisha had a clear angle to see all that was unfolding. Then he turned to the blonde, threw off his boots and pants and peeled the undershirt over his head. 

His full, bristling torso of muscle was revealed. But not just that – his cock, enormous, thick, and magnificent, stood out in all its vein-bulging glory. 

The crew-cut, hawk-nosed Russian looked pointedly at his blonde captive. "You see, American whore, what will happen to your friend if you do not talk?"

Trisha gave her friend Gabriella a pleading look as if to say 'I'm sorry'. Gabriella's haunted gaze though hardly registered it. Instead the brunette stared, open-mouthed and mystified by the size of the Russian's prick.

"Yes, you see girl? Not many women can fit all of this hard meat in their pussy. Maybe you want to give it a try, yes?"

Ivan slowly approached, his cock saluting Gabriella, as the brunette girl adamantly shook her head. But Igor's hand came up, cupping Gabriella's chin.

"This is no way to treat a comrade, bitch. You be submissive, maybe we let you live through the night, yes?" With those chilling words Igor pressed the barrel of his gun into Gabriella's right breast. The girl shuddered and slowly nodded. Her tear-streaked face was still focused on the giant cock before her.

Ivan slowly, gently rubbed his cock-head against her limp fingertips. "Go ahead, cunt. Touch it. Massage me a little." With reluctance Gabriella slid her fingers against Ivan's huge penis. She seemed to slowly get a rhythm going, pumping her hands up and down his shaft, pressing her thumbs against the bulging veins of his cock. 

Igor helpfully popped the gag out of Gabriella's mouth, whispering huskily in her ear. "Now put it in your mouth, you hot cunt, or I swear I'll put this between your legs," and with that Igor slid the barrel of the gun so that it rubbed against the thatch of her sex, sending shivers up the brunette's spine.

The naked girl quickly knelt and took in Ivan's manhood. She pumped her mouth up and down that cock with a rhythm born of desperation. Her fingers gently cupped his manhood as he instructed, and his hands fisted tightly in her vibrant hair. Ivan turned as his cock vanished into the brunette's mouth all the way to his pubic mound. Her gurgling and the near-gagging of her suction filled the room. When at last Gabriella's mouth was permitted to draw back off of his cock, strings of pre-cum rode gently from her gorgeous lips, floating free in the hot, stifling hair. 

Ivan growled to Trisha, "You see, bitch? Until you talk, you get to watch the show as your friend suffers!" As he did this he grabbed Gabriella by the neck and stuffed his cock back down her throat. Her eyes bulged as the hand around her throat tightened and the cock within her mouth stiffened, straining with need. Finally he let up, repositioning his cock between Gabriella's supple breasts. He squeezed the breasts tightly against his manhood and began to pump through the valley of her sexy tits. The stickiness of his manhood and Gabriella's saliva mixed with all of the girl's sweat so that her entire chest glistened in the harsh light. 

Gabriella looked down at the giant cock tit-fucking her beautiful body. Meanwhile Igor grabbed her by the nape of the neck, sucking her ear lobes hard and telling her what horrible humiliations awaited her if she or Trisha didn't tell them what they wanted to know.

"Please sirs! I don't know anything!" Gabriella wailed even as Ivan came, his splooge gushing up into Gabriella's face, painting her nose, lips, and chin in cum. The excess fluid dripped onto Gabriella's breasts as Ivan withdrew his rapidly deflating member.

"Ohh fuck...that was a good beginning," Ivan groaned. He had interrogated many helpless females before, but usually only in his home country. He knew of no better way to motivate a helpless woman than by irresistible, brutal rape. In the doing of his chosen profession what was wrong with adding a little pleasure along the way?

Already now, as he pressed his flaccid cock against Gabriella's lips, it was re-stiffening, trying to regain its former glory.

"Clean it, bitch! Look how messy you've made it!" Igor growled, pinching her nipples hard with both hands as the helpless brunette let out a pitiful groan. 

"Yes sir! Please don't hurt me! I'm doing it!" she wailed. Her tongue gently lapped at the stickiness along Ivan's cock like a lollipop even as Igor re-attached the brunette's wrists with cuffs behind her back. When she was done licking off most of the slimy pre-cum and cum off of Ivan's now re-inflated penis Igor unexpectedly tipped Gabriella onto her back.

"What are you doing?"

"You will call us 'Master', bitch, or nothing else!" Igor roared, putting his hand over her mouth and pinching her nostrils until she sputtered for breath. He finally let go, but kept his hands firmly against her sexy shoulders, pressing her torso against the carpet as Ivan knelt between her legs with his newly invigorated cock. 

"No! You can't do that! Please! No, don't rape me!" Gabriella protested. Yet even as she complained Ivan pressed a beefy hand against the peach fuzz of her pubic muff. His hands began to gently ply her slick opening. Low moans erupted from the brunette as his fingers established a circular orbit that flicked against her clit and swept against her labia and everywhere adjacent. 

The brunette's eyes widened when Ivan produced something very different than the trademark combat knife he had used on her earlier; a vibrator – rubberized with tiny bumps covering the entire shaft's length. He soon thrust it into her snatch even as his fingers continued to tease her clit. She arched her back and shook her head 'No', but her elevated breathing and the contractions of her body told another story.

Igor kept her pinned, his eyes focused on her increasingly dazed and enraptured face. She clenched her eyes shut and tried to blot out the feelings of pleasure swamping her from her core. Trisha watched, mesmerized and shocked, as Gabriella's cunt was slowly enticed, bit by agonizing bit, with the forceful yet gentle hand of the tattooed Russian rapist and his vibrator. 

"No...please stop! You'll make me...no! Please, don't do this!" Gabriella moaned. 

"Go ahead, slut. Cum. Surrender your sweet juices and then tell us what we want to know!"

At last, with Gabriella's half-stifled groans filling the room, Trisha saw a sudden, violent twitch rip through Gabriella's naked body. Her sultry torso writhed in the midst of orgasm. She cried out and the brunette's pussy spurted her hard-won nectar to blemish the once-pristine carpet. Before the brunette could even recover though, Ivan's bellowed command filled the room.

"Tell us now! Where are the President's daughters?!"

When Gabriella, still dazed from her orgasm, failed to respond, Igor gripped her shoulders tightly and Ivan positioned his cock at her sizzling-hot pussy.

"No...I don't know anything! Please, you have to believe me! Don't rape me!" Gabriella pleaded.

Ivan turned one last look back at Trisha as he set his cock-head snugly at the opening to Gabriella's inviting slit. 

"Last chance, blonde bitch? You save your friend or do I shove her full of cock?"

Trisha bit her lip and for just a moment she hesitated. 

"Please Trisha! Tell them!" Gabriella moaned. "I don't want them to get me pregnant! They're going to rape me!" Gabriella was shouting now, desperation filling her tear-streaked face.

Even Ivan could see the conflict behind the blonde's gorgeous blue eyes, but he said nothing. He saw her hesitate and then prepared to plow into the brunette's fuck-hole.

"Wait!" Trisha cried. 

"Yes?" Ivan kept his cock poised, the egg-shaped head gently tickled by Gabriella's pubic muff in front of her hot, wet orifice.

"Fuck me instead. Don't hurt Gabriella. She doesn't know anything!" Trisha said bravely. 

Slowly the tattooed Russian withdrew from between Gabriella's legs and approached the tied-up blonde. He looked at her questioningly for a moment, a wry grin morphing his strong jaw.

"You would really do that? Take a hard, brutal raping of your tight pussy, just to save your friend from torment?"

Carefully Trisha nodded, her jaw set and eyes blazing with hatred. "Yes I would you bastard. Now please, just let her go. Give me the punishment. I'm the one who has the information you want."

Ivan exchanged an unreadable look with Igor, who simply nodded. 

"Now this gets interesting, Sweetie. May I call you that?" Ivan asked with deceptive gentleness and insincerity. He cupped each of Trisha's breasts, then grabbed his combat knife and pierced the tip of each nipple, idly watching the blood trickle down her breasts as Trisha gasped. 

"Oooh! So brave! Not even one little scream? Most bitches scream when I use the knife on them." The big Russian laves each nipple with his tongue, tasting her coppery blood even as his fingers find her clit and began the inevitable rubbing.

"Uuhhhh...Please stop!" Trisha moans, suddenly aware of hands untying the knots around her wrists and ankles. 

"What are you doing?" Trisha gasps as Igor helps her stand. The blood rushes back into her unbound hands only briefly before new bracelets, black and made of leather, clamp around them, attached to a chain suspended from the ceiling behind her. With a quick movement Igor trusses her up, her arms forced high above her head as her feet stand on tiptoe. She lets out a startled yelp as Ivan's hands cup and caress her smooth, sexy ass cheeks, squeezing them hard as his teeth bite down on one of her bleeding nipples.


Captives in Colombia Ch. 01



"Owww! Stop it!" she groans. 

"Such a brave girl...if only you had smarts to match your courage, slut!" Ivan tsks. Trisha looks down at the big Russian's obscenely large cock and for a moment wonders if this is a terrible mistake. Better for that cock to be pounding Gabriella's pussy than yours! a little voice in her head pipes in.

But now it was too late. Now the slender, sexy blonde felt Ivan's cock pressed hard against her belly. 

"Mmm... I think he likes you, slut. Maybe we should give impregnating you a try, yes?" 

Trisha shook her head vehemently. "Keep your nasty dick away from me! It won't matter asshole. I won't tell you anything unless you let Gabriella and my sister go!" In the throes of crisis, that selfless voice in Trisha's mind told her that even if she couldn't save herself, if she somehow got those she cared about to safety, then that would be enough.

Needless to say, her rapist and captor cared little for her wishes. Instead Ivan looked at her coldly, and then jerked a finger in Igor's direction. "Fine, bitch. You want to play hard-to-get? You think to dictate terms to us? You just lost your friend her reprieve. Igor, give this brunette something to remember you by." With that Trisha suddenly was sickeningly aware of Igor stripping off his clothes, of an equally muscular male body, naked and with cock erect, kneeling between Gabriella's legs as the girl struggled on the floor. 

Igor said almost apologetically as his thick cock-head poised between her pussy lips, "Sorry bitch, this is going to hurt. I always like my bitches to squeal for mercy when I fuck them." And with that Trisha watched Gabriella's eyes splay wide as a Russian cock even wider than Ivan's slammed home to the depths of her narrow cunt. Gabriella moaned 'No', but her moans were soon drowned in the rhythmic slap of Igor's cock slamming repeatedly to the hilt, his ball sac slapping against her sexy bottom as he tipped her backward for better access and pressed her legs wider to accommodate him.

Trisha now hated herself for what she'd done. All of her defiance, her stubbornness, and what had it earned her? Doomed her friend to a brutal rape!

Something in her started crumbling. The blonde licked her lips despairingly, and her inner voice – the chained, primal voice that seldom spoke within her, came out. What does it matter now, hm? Maybe you are a slut. Maybe that's what you'll have to be if you want to survive.

"Oohh. You see your friend and I bet you get jealous, yes?" Ivan purred. His hands cupped her sweet and sexy ass and he broke open her lips with his tongue, kissing her deeply. She let him have his fill, feeling her nipples become pert as his hands roamed there and squeezed. Despite the pain of the tiny knife-pricks he'd blemished her nipples with, they had beaded, hard and rigid as ever. She looked down again at her rapist's cock, a huge, sexy cock...and wondered how it would feel inside of her.

Now even Ivan detected the change in her demeanor. The detached, considering look she gave his manhood. He whispered in her ear. 

"What are you looking at bitch?" and to his surprise the words she threw back at him were these:

"A big, magnificent fucking cock," she hissed. He leaned back and looked intently into her eyes. They still showed defiance, but of a different flavor now. He hiked her hips up with his huge hands, lifting her with ease until his cock was wedged ramrod-straight against her pubic fuzz, pressing against her skin. 

"You want this in your pussy, eh slut? You want me to fuck your tight pussy until you scream for me?"

She seemed to consider that for a moment, and for a few brief seconds the resistance in Trisha returned. 

"You can't make me scream no matter what you do you sick bastard!" she growled. But even as she said it he positioned that cock at her slick love-hole. He saw the look of anticipation cross her face and then let gravity impale her on his hot, hungry cock. 

Trisha felt herself encase all 11 inches. The fullness was amazing, like nothing she'd experienced before...like no previous boyfriend who'd ever known her pussy. She glanced sideways in the midst of her predicament to see Igor's cock vanish into Gabriella's cunt. Gabriella's wrists were still cuffed behind her back. The weight of Igor's thrusts were slowly shoving her across the floor. One of Igor's hands vainly gripped her shoulder to keep her in place even as his other hand slipped a finger into her mouth for her to suckle. This she willingly did, her eyes locked on those of her rapist, and to Trisha's astonishment the early groans of protest coming from Gabriella's throat had melted into moans of an entirely different quality. 

"Ooohh so yes, something to savor, this American bitch is! Ivan! Look how she wriggles with my cock inside her!" Igor boasted. But oddly enough Trisha saw that it was true. Gabriella legs were crossed over her rapist's ass, pulling him in deeper with each thrust. Her lilting moans filled the room like a music, and her eyes were filled with a strange hunger.

Trisha though, returns to her own conflict of sensations. She's suddenly aware of strong arms holding her upright, bouncing her hot ass up and down a mighty Russian shaft. She locks eyes with Ivan, and then her kiss astounds him, leaves him breathless, as her tongue wrestles with his, her face darting forward into his surprised face.

For a moment she's mastered him, but then the instant is gone. The master-and-captive dynamic returns. Ivan slaps her ass cheeks hard and plows her femininity with savage zeal. 

"Take this cock you fucking bitch. Tell us where your friends are!" Ivan hisses, feeling her moist velvet softness encase his prick like pure heaven. Sure enough, she feels him...and to her eternal shame he feels good. So good.

Her chained wrists strain as he fucks her. Her breathless gasps join the rhythm of her now squelching pussy as it's impaled on his unyielding cock. She doesn't know what to say or do, and increasingly instinct tells her that it doesn't matter. She's only vaguely aware a few moments later when Igor grunts his release and announces, "Here I cum bitch!"

Gabriella squeals as her orgasm races after to join her rapist lover's. Then, with his cock shuddering and spewing inside her, the brunette finally seems to return to herself, moaning a breathless plea, "No, not inside me! Cum in my face, please!" 

But it's too late, and Igor's already spent every precious drop of his seed inside her. He rocks gently into her, just savoring the feel of her naked warmth enveloping his cock. 

Meanwhile Trisha's fucking has reached its own zenith. Her back arches and the tingling warmth between her legs becomes a bonfire. The sizzling heat ratchets up as the cock impales her again and again and again. Pussy pummeled by merciless cock, a cock straining towards her womb. His ally, gravity, doesn't let up. As he lifts her up only to bring her tight snatch come crashing down again on his vein-bulging manhood, the tattooed Russian groans his encouragements.

"Yes, bitch...cum on my nasty cock...cum on this nasty dick you didn't want inside of you. DO IT! Do it, and I may let your sweet ass live to see the sunrise!" he bellows. The sudden thrill of fear sends Trisha over the edge – the idea that this might be her last experience feeling truly alive. And she cums. Hard. Juices splatter onto her rapist's cock and flow in rivulets down his wrinkled scrotum. 

Ivan groans with delight as he feels her shudder and convulse on his diamond-hard prick. Then he kisses her hard, holding her ass up with one hand because now she's pressing her hips against him of her own free will. He slips a finger into her tight anal passage, bringing a double-orgasm from that unexpected touch.

"Ooohhh god! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Trisha croons, revolted by her body's primal reaction even as she looks forward, without any rational reason, to her rapist's impending release. Ivan slides his cock out of her, then slams it deeply into her core. She feels him – so deep – snuggled into her warmth as the moment of his convulsions come. He erupts, his seed spurting like hot, sticky honey, and all the excess of it comes dribbling out of her aching pussy, painting her thighs with glistening seed.



Captives in Colombia Ch. 02



 (This story will be in 5 parts) 

Two Russian agents sit across the plain, wooden table playing cards. The heat of the Colombian night seeps through the boarded-up windows and poorly insulated walls as if the very room were a sponge. Only the fan above seems to stir the listless air. Beneath the card table two beautiful women, their wrists chained to the table legs, are naked and helpless. 

The blonde woman is Trisha and the brunette captive is Gabriella. Trisha's sister, Carly, has been dragged from the room, still unconscious, by two of Ivan and Igor's subordinates. Now Trisha can't help but wonder what's happened to her poor sister even as she's forced to do the ultimate degradation.

"Good girl...keep sucking. I think you'll give me good luck," Igor approves. The man sits naked from the waist down, his cock hanging free. Trisha's tongue slurps up and down his shaft. Then she takes him completely in her mouth, pumping up and down his rigid meat. Across the way Gabriella is busily servicing Ivan's equally burgeoning shaft. The man's thick cock is halfway down the beautiful brunette's throat. Her slurping sounds fill the air. 

Ivan glances down at the brunette, admiring the sweat glistening between her breasts and across her cute brow and face.

"Mmmm...keep it up, American slut. We'll postpone the next phase of your interrogation if you girls behave."

Ivan exchanged looks with Igor. Both men knew that the next 'phase' of these girls' interrogation, if it came to that, would be far more brutal. It would be worse than rape for the girls if Agent Dmitri got his hands on them. Their sadistic superior was known for his unrivalled dedication to getting results. It had been several hours since the ambush on the President's daughters and their Secret Service bodyguards. The President's 23 year-old daughter Danica and his 24 year-old daughter Ivy were still nowhere to be found, but judging from the lack of diplomatic response from the U.S. side the American government still didn't know that the Kremlin had been behind it.

A burner phone rang on the table and Igor paused long enough to pick it up. At the same time the big Russian agent's cock, already humongous and straining for another fuck, compelled him to undo Trisha's cuffs around the table leg.

As he answered the phone he surreptitiously whispered to the blonde beauty, "Hop on my cock, slut. You can fuck me while I conduct my business." As Igor answered the phone Trisha dutifully straddled the stocky Russian brute. His clean-shaven head glistened under the naked bulb that hung from the ceiling, a detail that Trisha found herself strangely noticing as she eased her hips to straddle him. Luckily the chair was wide and had no armrests, allowing the slender blonde captive to let her hips cling across her captor's with little strain. She slowly positioned her pussy above his eager penis with her hands -- only able to do so because her hands were cuffed in front of her instead of behind.

As Trisha eased herself onto his cock that familiar feeling of fullness returned -- the same fullness she had felt when Ivan's cock had been drilling her pussy so deeply only an hour or two earlier. But this cock was thicker and harder to take in. She bit her lip as she tried to ease it into her tight and still-aching (ever since Ivan's vigorous fucking) twat. 

"Ohhh..mmm..." she groaned, hoping the sound might please him. But he seemed to ignore her, listening to whoever was speaking on the other end of the phone.

"I understand. Thank you, Comrade. I am gratified to hear this."

As Igor hung up, she was fucking him double-time, his cock vanishing in her tight pussy with each gyration. He gently cupped the blonde's silken-smooth buttocks cheeks as he addressed Ivan.

"It is good news, Comrade. Our people in the field have a promising lead. They think they may have the President's daughters within the hour...it may still fall through, but all signs point to a possible American asset that may be hiding both girls."

As he said this Trisha crooned, feeling his cock fill her up deep. He grabbed her by the nape of the neck and brought her down to his lips for a long, sensual kiss.

"Mmm, this slut tastes exquisite. Maybe we should keep them after this is all over. You think official channels would allow it?"

Ivan shook his head sadly. "You know protocol, Comrade. I do not think this would be possible. All collateral must be disposed of." With those cold words hanging in the air a chill frissoned down Trisha's spine.

She glanced back and saw the same expression of horror briefly cross Gabriella's features even as she slurped up and down Ivan's huge Russian cock.

As if he had said nothing more than how pleasant tomorrow's weather might be, Ivan proceeded to un-cuff the brunette's wrists from her chair leg. He forced her to face away from him and slowly sit down, easing atop his hot prick. Gabriella moaned as the shaft sank deep. She just sat there as he slowly ground beneath her, then gasped as the big Russian's hands reached underneath the slender brunette's hips to lift her and forcibly re-impale her on the large penis.

"Uhhhh...yes, I know it is a shame. A waste of such sweet pussy," Ivan continued as the girl was forcibly raped. Even as he plunged into her, Gabriella braced her cuffed wrists against the table for leverage.

"Please Master, can't you have mercy?" Gabriella moaned. "We will be so good. We promise! We will not try to run or disobey!" Gabriella's desperation showed through, but Trisha decided that their only hope for survival was for her to play along.

"Yes Masters, please!" the gorgeous blonde joined in, slamming her pussy down on Igor's cock and looking imploringly at him with her big, blue eyes.

The grim Russian frowned, but she could sense his imminent need to explode and the joy of near-orgasm thrumming through his veins. She had to hope and pray that it would affect her captor's judgment. Igor brought Trisha's neck forward for swift, possessive kissing, before releasing her neck and resuming their fuck-fest.

"I think if matters work out, perhaps something could be arranged. What say you, my true Comrade?"

Ivan looked thoughtful for a moment -- despite the haze of lust overpowering his features. Sometimes the complications of matters in the field did allow for things...and even people...to become misplaced. He slowly nodded at his friend and brother-agent, Igor. As long as Dmitri didn't get involved, and if the President's daughters were discovered soon, then perhaps he and Igor could arrange to have these two little cuties whisked away and kept under guard by some local Russian assets. Russian assets whose loyalties were to them and them alone instead of any abstract fealty to Mother Russia.

It wouldn't be a bad thing to have a pair of sweet, young sex toys at their beck and call when matters called them back to Colombia. In the meantime the hotties could earn their keep by fucking and sucking the local clientele. One of the top Russian assets owned a string of lucrative night clubs and ran an underground slave trade that stretched from Colombia to all corners of Latin America. If arrangements with Mr. Escobar Mendoza could be made...

Ivan's thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Gabriella's tight snatch encasing his cock. At the same time the door swung open with an explosive burst and a tall, rigid man with a crew cut and storm cloud eyes sauntered in lazily, a cigarette dangling impetuously from his lips.

"Dmitri!" Igor and Ivan went deathly still at the sight of their superior. Their wiry leader was sinewy with muscle yet his tall and angular build, reminiscent of a hawk, belied the true strength of the man. Dmitri looked at them carelessly, but beneath that unconcerned look was a hidden calculation and ruthlessness. 

"I see you two have been busy," he remarked. Wearing a suit and tie with sunglasses, the tall Russian spymaster walked past Trisha's naked form. He gently cupped her breast and drew out a gun, pressing it to the girl's temple.

"Have they told you all they know yet?"

Igor, blushing, shook his head hastily. "No, Great Comrade, they have not! But we were not done interrogating them yet! You must give us more time!"

Dmitri shook his head with disgust and tossed his cigarette to the floor, grinding it with his boot heel.

"There is no more time, fool. Our lead has run dry, and the American girls are still at large. These two must be prodded more thoroughly. Enough of this lackadaisical bullshit. Finish up what you are in the midst of. They will be coming with me." 

Igor burned with embarrassment but couldn't help himself. Even as Dmitri stood there with his gun to Trisha's temple, the big Russian continued to fuck her. His raspy breath clearly showed he was on the verge of orgasm. He reveled in the last few thrusts as the gorgeous blonde rode his cock. These will be the last enjoyable moments you have, poor girl. This was all he could think as he came inside her, spewing his seed and pulling her hard against his chest. 

The girl moaned and even had the gall to kiss the side of his neck, as if begging wordlessly for him to somehow intercede on her behalf. If the slut thinks I have that kind of power, then she is sadly mistaken, Igor thought ruefully.

Dmitri had meanwhile lowered his weapon and was looking intently at the other couple in the room. Gabriella was bent over the table, a Russian prick slamming home into her pussy with thrust after merciless thrust. Ivan had a fisted hand gripping her lush, brown tresses, and his other hand gripping her shoulder like a vice, holding her in place with each brutal fuck. He looked up at Dmitri and his eyes smoldered defiantly.

But he dared not say anything against Dmitri. So instead Ivan only indulged his dark, angry thoughts. So be it Great Comrade. But I will take my time with her and enjoy our final fuck. Ivan took the time to admire the brunette's perfectly shaped ass, wondering how soon it would be until Dmitri blemished it with cigarette burns and whipped them raw and bloody. Too bad. She would have made for the sweetest personal fuck-toy.

But serving Mother Russian required sacrifices -- as much for the agents themselves as for the helpless victims who had to die in the course of greater events. At last Ivan felt himself nearing that blessed plateau. He slammed his cock as deep as he could, his hand squeezing her shoulder in tandem with the sperm gushing from his cock-head. He felt her stiffen as she felt his warmth surge through her most intimate orifice. Then she went limp as he pulled his manhood out of her, his cock covered in the sweet musk of her fluid.

"Go ahead. Take them," Ivan gestured dismissively. Even as he made the gesture he was surprised by Dmitri's response.

"You two will be joining me. First wash them, though." Dmitri threw two pairs of loose jogging pants and hooded sweatshirts at their feet. "They can wear these." Without another word he sat on the nearby couch, which looked like it had come from a war zone, replete with missing springs and ripped cushions. Dmitri gave Ivan and his comrade an expression of boredom and impatience.

Gabriella tried to get her captor to see reason as Ivan led her into the shower and turned on the lukewarm spray. The coolness of the water felt good on her skin in the stifling heat, but panic was overwhelming her.

"Please Master! You can't let that man take us! We'll do whatever you want! Oh please!! Oh god, please no!" She was sputtering and pleading for her life, but Ivan calmly ignored the beautiful brunette. He soaped her breasts and then her shoulders, back, and ass. He admired the glistening smoothness of her skin. He even admired her babbling desperation as he reached down with the spray-nozzle attachment from the shower to clean out her cum-soaked twat. 

Igor stood with Trisha in his arms in the bathroom, waiting his turn to clean his captive. He wrapped his arms around the blonde and held her close while she watched her friend's humiliating cleaning. 

Trisha's reaction to the whole situation was a far cry apart from her friend Gabriella's. She said nothing, and her eyes watched her friend's humiliation in silent horror. 

"Good girl. Yes, be quiet and cooperate. This is your only chance now. Dmitri is not to be trifled with. If you understand that now, it will go better for you. Believe me." Igor whispered these words helpfully into her ear as his hands idly stroked her body. His finger slipped into her snatch, coming away covered in glistening cum. He put the finger to her lips and she idly slurped on the big Russian's index finger. He squeezed her nipples encouragingly and gave her a quick slap on the ass as Ivan stepped out of the shower with a freshly shampooed and soaped Gabriella held firmly.

Trisha was trying to think of only one thing by now; survival. She idly wondered what she would do if an opportunity came, and her mind went to the only glimmer of hope. Transportation. A hostage or captive always had the best chance of escape during such a time. Perhaps she could be so lucky if she kept her head down and her eyes alert? At this point the young blonde hottie was beyond helping her friend. It would be all she could do to get herself clear from these brutal captors. Though she did it with reluctance, Trisha decided that the frantic Gabriella was at this time at best a liability, one who was in no condition to help them escape.

Sorry Gabs. I wish I could save us both, but I can't. That sad sentiment echoed in the blonde's head even as she disgustedly felt Igor's hands roughly clean every inch of her gorgeous body. 

At last the ordeal seemed to end, at least this phase of it anyway. The two women found themselves hustled in nothing more than sweatpants and hoodies into a nondescript armored car. Their ankles were promptly shackled into giant iron ringlets that protruded from the floor of the armored vehicle. They sat for what seemed like hours enduring the jostle of the vehicle and the distant sounds of urban habitation which drifted barely within hearing, like teases from another dimension. Black blindfolds made it impossible to know where they were going. And anyway, the armored vehicle had no windows, so they couldn't have seen any landmarks to give them any reference for where they were being taken. 

All Trisha could tell for sure, judging by sense of smell alone, was that both Ivan and Igor were in the back of the armored car with them. At last when they arrived at their destination she felt Ivan's rough hands hustling her out, and then they entered a structure. Judging from the slant of the ground it seemed that they were going down...down...down. The temperature seemed to drop mercifully to a more bearable climate.

They had to be a decent ways underground. This was all that Trisha could think as someone abruptly yanked the blindfold away. She stood blinking in the suddenly harsh glare of halogen lighting. How many doors had they stopped at before hearing that 'beep' of admittance? How many security posts had they been ushered through with a few spoken words? Trisha couldn't remember. The sounds were a jumbled maze in her head.

"Greetings my young captives!" Dmitri's voice boomed in the long, Spartan chamber. There were only concrete floors and walls with metal implements and wooden boards lashed together to form crude furniture, most of it designed with maximum discomfort in mind.

Trisha's eyes slowly adjusted to the surreal sights before her. 

"Please watch carefully and see what awaits you if you choose to be uncooperative," Dmitri bellowed. Both girls blinked confusedly before finally focusing on where the voice was coming from. They slowly watched Dmitri, his form naked and pale. He wore only a leather harness, but tattoos depicting various lizards and insects capered madly across his entire torso, twining down every limb and even covering his now un-gloved hands and un-booted feet.

"You see me as I am!" he growled. "That is good. There should be no misunderstanding between us. You will tell me all I want to know, or you will end up very much like this young woman." Trisha and Gabriella were only too aware of Ivan and Igor holding their arms fast and five more armed guards flanking the walls to either side. 

They noticed with interest that an Asian girl no more than 25 years-old hung naked from the ceiling. The blood-flow no longer reached her wrists and she cried out as Dmitri cut her down.

"This is the last chance, bitch. Tell me which government sent you to sleep with one of our agents?!" Dmitri roared. She moaned pitifully. Her breasts were covered with cigarette burns and someone had looped a fish hook through each nipple. 

Dmitri turned with a pleasant smile to his new captives and made a grand sweeping gesture.

"Girls, I'd like you to meet Yumi. This Japanese slut has been sleeping with one of our agents and passing intelligence on to her handler. She refuses to identify that handler or the government she's been passing her information to. She even refuses to admit her guilt. A pity really."

Gabriella and Trisha exchange a mutual glance of sheer terror and then force themselves to look at the scene in front of them. The naked Japanese girl tries to get up, but Dmitri grabs her by the hair and tells her to kneel. Dmitri makes a swift motion to Ivan. The big Russian strips and lies down, presenting his burgeoning cock. 

"Jump on, bitch. Let's go! I want you getting fucked when I kill you!" Dmitri bellows. Ivan pillows both hands behind his head as the young woman is forced to straddle him. The poor girl is so weak and exhausted that two guards have to forcibly get her pussy positioned and push her down until the cock vanishes into her snatch. Trisha suddenly realizes that the girl's cunt has been shaved of pubic hair, and the burn marks along her crotch tell of a similar, sadistic story. Yumi's plaintive cries echo through the torture chamber as a whip lashes from Dmitri's outstretched arm, striking the girl's naked back. A long stripe of painted red springs across the once-pristine back of the beautiful young captive. The Japanese girl's groans increase in pitch with each subsequent whipping until at last she falls forward, fainting on her rapist's cock even as her chief tormentor admires the streams of blood oozing across her back. 

Dmitri barks at one of the guards to get a bucket of freezing water. "We'll wake this bitch up. I don't think she's had enough yet. And bring me the shock wand. We're going to see if this bitch can sing before I electrocute her to death."

Dmitri folds his arm, tapping his foot impatiently while Trisha and Gabriella gape at the obscene events unfolding before them. Soon the guard returns with the items required. Another guard grabs the bucket and splashes it across Yumi's face. The Japanese girl sputters, her eyes fluttering open. 

"Please have mercy! I know nothing!" she squeals. Yet her plea falls on deaf ears. Dmitri's shock wand prods at Yumi's ass cheeks. She writhes as Dmitri administers the shock, and Ivan groans as the electricity passes to him too.

"Tell me who you work for bitch, or you die now!" Turning to Ivan, Dmitri barks. "Fuck her hard Comrade or you will become expendable, understand!" Ivan seems to belatedly realize that much more is expected of him. Instead of placidly lying down and letting Yumi impale herself, he tips her backward onto the cold, hard concrete and plunges in and out of her hard and fast. The sloppy, squelchy sounds of the girl's brutalized pussy accepting her rapist's cock fills the cool air. A cold prickling suddenly ricochets down each American girl's spine.

Dmitri turns to them. "You see what happens to stubborn sluts that do not cooperate?" He turns to Igor. 

"Bring them closer! There is something else I would show them!" he growls. Igor grabs each of the American girls by the nape of the neck and shoves them forward. He forces them both to kneel so that they have a good, unobstructed view of Yumi's contorted face and the cock vanishing mercilessly into her pussy. Dmitri kneels on the other side of the prone Yumi, putting his hand against Ivan's pubic muff and forcing him to slowly pull out of Yumi's cunt. Then, ever so slowly, the sadistic spymaster lets Ivan's cock plunge inch by inch back inside Yumi's glory hole. As he slows Yumi's rape to a slow, inch-by-inch fucking, he points to the girl's clit. A shiny metal stud glimmers in the light.




Captives in Colombia Ch. 02



"You see, sluts? We add sparkly ornaments to dumb cunts who don't want to talk. Can you imagine how painful this felt, piercing this stubborn bitch's clit without pain medication? Can you imagine how delicious her songs of anguish? Yours too will sound as music to me, as I break you, just as I broke her, before the end comes for you."

Yumi's mewling cries continue to echo in the vast chamber as Ivan fucks her. The piercing in her clit flashes in the harsh light with each powerful thrust. Dmitri gingerly places a rope around Yumi's neck and begins to tighten it like a noose. The girl's writhing becomes frantic, her struggles more and more desperate as the rope tightens. Ivan's fucking increases in tempo, reaching a crescendo as the slap of his ball sac against Yumi's thighs echoes along with his primal grunts.

Although Trisha and Gabriella are technically clothed, they feel naked and helpless, watching what's happening right under their noses. They gasp as they see Yumi choke for breath. At last her eyes seem to bulge out of their sockets and then suddenly she is still. Her naked, brutalized body goes limp and lifeless on the freezing concrete, so that only one sound remains -- the wet suction of her lifeless cunt accepting Ivan's raping cock. 

The girls can't detect the barely perceptible rise and fall of the unconscious Japanese girl's chest. Assuming Yumi murdered, Trisha and Gabriella cry for mercy and promise to cooperate as guards herd them briskly from the torture chamber toward their dungeon cell.

Dmitri watches as the new captives vanish into the corridor beyond, knowing that the guards will lead them two floors below to their new home, at least until their interrogation is complete. He looks down at Ivan, who is still busily ramming his stiff prick into Yumi's snatch. Yumi's lifeless face has gone from almost blue to a now-healthy pallor. The even sounds of her breathing can easily be heard as Ivan continues to enjoy fucking her.

"When you're finished with her bring her to my office." Everyone knew that the 'office' was a euphemism for Dmitri's final torture chamber. The protocol there was simple. He would plunge his gun into her pussy and ask her one more time to tell all she knew. Failure to be candid could bring only one result.

*****

Yumi's sensations slowly returned to her. She felt the familiar oozy, sticky warmth of cum coating her insides. Then there was the throbbing in her anus. She awoke only to realize that Dmitri himself sat underneath her. She realized that her hands were chained above her, Dmitri's cock embedded deeply in her anal passage. In a way this was a relief to the stricken captive -- for it meant that he could not use shock torture. To do so would bring him the same pain it would bring her. Yumi sighed with relief only to feel the cold, shiny metallic barrel of his gun pressing between her labia. The warmth of her pussy surrounded the cold metal but could not entirely engulf it as she felt the pistol-grip and Dmitri's hand around the grip.

"Welcome back bitch. Are you ready to die? Last chance. Now tell me."

She turned back to look at him. She felt a plea on the tip of her tongue, but instead she found other words pouring forth, secrets, all spilling very much against her will. The trigger to the gun which penetrated her pussy was pulled. The girl's body went taut and she screamed "NO!"

TWO MINUTES LATER...

A naked young Japanese woman hangs limply, her wrists chained overhead. She sits in the lap of a Russian spymaster. Dmitri has a cigarette dangling happily from his grim lips. He exhales the smoke of his most recent victory. 

"See? Was that so hard?" he beams. The naked Jap girl feels the hard cock throbbing in her pussy where only moments before cold steel had been. The trigger had been pulled, but the gun was empty of bullets. In nearly the same moment the cock that had slipped free of her anus had instead pressed snugly between her delicate pussy lips. She closed her eyelids, squeezing tears which trailed down each cheek as Dmitri gingerly spooned her, his cock in no hurry during this uncharacteristically gentle rape.

His cell rings. He snatches it, slightly annoyed, as he presses his pelvis upward towards Yumi's sexy little bottom.

"What is it? I am busy."

"This is Comrade Ivan. Forgive me, Great Comrade. You wanted me to tell you when the new girls were situated and ready for pruning. We have shown them all of the instruments that await their bodies if they do not tell what we wish to know. I think they are malleable now. Your persuasion would have maximum effect."

"Good! I will speed things along. Within the hour those two bitches will either be dead or tell us anything of use! Watch and you will learn a few things!!" Dmitri hangs up the phone and feels his cock spasming inside Yumi. He leaves Yumi and her cum-dripping pussy on the chair, her head bowed, wondering what they will possibly do with her now that she has given them all she knows.

After a quick shower and a hardy meal of gruel and kielbasa Dmitri is once again in top form. He wears only combat boots. His weapon of choice is a stiff cock, along with the box of 'toys' he carries in the satchel slung over his shoulder. When he enters the dungeon room he sees that Ivan and his guards have indeed prepared both Gabriella and Trisha for their ultimate ordeal quite well.

Both girls have been stripped naked. Gabriella's ankles are shackled together with her wrists bound behind her, but she's been forced to kneel with her hips spread outward, revealing her thatch of sex between caramel-colored thighs.

Trisha meanwhile stands with wrists chained above her and a giant, metallic spike protruding from the floor, slicing upward between her legs, the tip just short of her pouting pussy lips. Two guards stand to either side of her and their hands gently stroke her flanks. The frightened girl looks to Dmitri as if he is her god.

Dmitri smiles. This interrogation is looking to be most productive. It is time for the delightful torture to begin anew...

END OF CHAPTER 2



Captives in Colombia Ch. 03



[This chapter is told from alternating points of view in first-person.]

Gabriella: 

I watch with growing fear as the one who calls himself Dmitri approaches me. A foldout table next to me is covered in all kinds of horrible devices for torture. I feel my heart chill before he grabs a riding crop and slowly rubs the end of it against my clit. His other hand cradles my chin, forcing me to meet his stare.

Dmitri:

"Will you tell me what I want to know little slave? I do hope you don't make things too easy. Hahaha."

Trisha: 

Dmitri turns his attention from Gabriella to me. "Oh god, please don't do this! We'll cooperate!" He motions at the nearest guard. He procures a rubberized covering which he thankfully puts over the tip of the iron rod between my legs. Now he turns back to Gabriella and I'm wondering what he's up to...but I know it can't be good. 

Dmitri:

"You see, little slave, I can't be sure that you will spill your guts unless you are properly motivated. I know that you will not give up your secrets easily, so I fear that you will simply make something up if I make things too easy for you. I think it is better if we do this the hard way."

Gabriella: 

I squirm as the tall naked Russian fists his hand in my hair. Dmitri says to me, "Come here and lick your friend's pussy. Perhaps if you make her cum, then she will be better lubricated once I force her delicate cunt down that cruel shaft of iron." I plead, "Oh please no, sir!", but already I find myself forced to kneel in front of poor Trisha. Dmitri thrusts my face against her pouting pussy lips. I'm forced to tentatively lick. Then, as the riding crop smashes hard against my ass cheeks, I put my startled tongue into action, licking and sucking Trisha's delicate clitoris.

Trisha: 

I'm trying to ignore the awful sensations pulsing from my core. My wretched body is betraying me, responding to Gabriella's furious licks and sucks. As she gently teases my clit between her teeth I can only moan. I feel the warmth emanating between my legs. My cheeks burn with shame even as Dmitri positions himself behind poor Gabriella.

Dmitri:

"Keep licking, slave! Make her cum! Your pitiful progress demands a punishment. A hard cock in your pussy seems only proper. Hike up that sexy little ass and get ready to feel a hard, Russian cock in that tight American cunt. Then I will ask for answers!" 

Gabriella: 

I can only groan at the fullness...the awful rape of my pussy, and not for the first time. But this time seems somehow more intimate. As his cock spears me from behind I gasp, but as his hand slides against the nape of my neck, his frightening words urge me to slurp more furiously against Trisha's sex.

Gabriella:

Dmitri grunts, "Better make this bitch cum in the next two minutes or I'll let YOU ride The Iron Spike." So that horror has a nickname name? My whole body shivers, and not just from the cold of the underground room. Yet part of me is glad for the warm cock and the warmth of his body enveloping me. As his penis impales me from behind and his hot breath tickles my ear, the primal femininity seems to pulsate inside me. It's sick and yet I can't deny it. Dmitri's cock fills me up and it feels good.

"Oh please Master! We'll tell you everything!" I sputter between slurps. I can feel Trisha's responses heightening. Her crotch is practically bucking me hard in the face. Her telltale early juices are spilling down my chin. The female musk of my friend is pungent, filling my nostrils.

Dmitri:

"Make her cum you dumb whore! Hurry up!" I look down, enjoying the view of the brunette captive's pussy wide and wet for me as I pull out my cock only to slam it in deeply, to the hilt. I feel our bodies joining, that rapturous purity that only a proper rape can exemplify, and my hands wrap around to squeeze those voluptuous breasts. 

Trisha:

I can't hold out much longer! Despite the shame burning red on my cheeks for all to see, I feel so wet and horny. Gabriella's tongue batters against my clit. Even her awful ordeal with that cock embedded deeply in her pussy doesn't faze me. It's as if her predicament is occurring in another world. Only the incredible sensations rippling through my core seem to have any meaning!

Gabriella:

I groan and squirm as Dmitri's cock punctures my pussy, striving for my cervix. He's so fucking huge. Oh FUCK. He's giving my pussy all I can handle, but somehow I have to stifle my moans. I have to suppress my crooning long enough to lick Trisha's sensitive clit even as I thrust my ass backward to meet Dmitri's angry thrusts.

Dmitri:

"Ooohh yes, bitch. You are a fast learner! This is good. Maybe you will survive the night! Impale that sweet pussy on your rapist's cock! That is the only way you will make yourself useful and LIVE."

Gabriella:

His words make me want to pass out in terror, to banish the whole experience like it's just some nightmare. But as his cock rams mercilessly into my pussy I know it's not. As my tongue slurps on Trisha's clit, finally wringing from her the perfect orgasm, I know this is no dream. 

Trisha:

Finally Gabriella's tongue makes me cum! Oh god, I'm cumming! Noooo....

Gabriella:

Trisha's juices spill down my face, falling in streams that I try to lick up, but the excess runs down even onto my breasts. I didn't know Trisha could be such a gusher. Ohhhh....Mmmm...I have to admit, even as my face turns red...she tastes exquisite.

Dmitri:

As I watch my blonde American captive gush her orgasm into the brunette captive's mouth, a sense of satisfaction overwhelms me. It makes me cum hard in the brunette slut. I hold my cock deep inside her, my hand cupping her pubic muff as I deposit my sperm. Her sudden gasp of surprise tells me she can feel me despoiling her intimate core. I pull out, cum still dripping from the tip of my cock. 

"This was just the appetizer, you dumb sluts. Now we have fun games to play!" 

Gabriella:

I quail as Dmitri orders three of his guards to strip. They do so and all of their cocks are nearly as big and magnificent as their leader's. 

Dmitri:

"Bring over the shaving cream and razor!" 

Gabriella:

"Master, what are you doing?"

Dmitri:

"We're going to shave that hot pussy of yours, and then you're going to take that sensitive pussy and impale every man's cock until you tell me all you know!"

Gabriella:

"NOO!!! You can't do this! We don't know anything! Please!!" I squeal. But it's no use, and then I hear Dmitri's ultimatum to me.

Dmitri:

"You will lie back and spread those sweet thighs so we can shave your pussy properly. The longer you resist the further down your blonde friend is impaled on The Iron Spike. Understand?"

Trisha:

As if on cue two other guards manhandle me, positioning my pussy above the gigantic rod. I try to struggle but my wrists are chained and they've got a firm grip on each leg. I look down, grateful at least that the rubber sheath they've placed over the top of the protruding iron rod will prevent it from making my pussy bleed. But further down the rod has tiny spikes that fan outward along the length of the shaft at every angle. If they impale my cunt anything beyond the first few inches...oh god, I don't even want to think about it!

"Please believe us! We don't know anything important! We'll tell you what we know about Danica and Ivy just from being their friends! That's all we can tell you!" 

Dmitri:

"You are best friends of the U.S. President's daughters and join them with this delegation to Colombia, and you say you know nothing? No safe houses? No clues? Bah! This is what your lying gets you!" After saying these words I tell my men to lower the blonde slut onto The Iron Spike just a little. She cries out with a satisfying, pitiable protest as the first few inches impale her extremely sore twat. I walk up to her, my hands roughly groping her milk-white breasts even as my crop swats her smooth, creamy buttocks.

Trisha:

Master Dmitri's cruel swats with the riding crop force me to squirm on the tip of the giant iron rod piercing my pussy, creating sensations that shouldn't be! Somehow the damn nubs on the rubberized sheath actually feel good. Dmitri even has the disgusting audacity to attach a clip to my clit, with a wire extending from the clip to a tiny vibrating device plugged into the wall. As he sets it on low the sudden thrum of low-level energy surging into my clit actually makes me lose control. I pee all down the iron rod, but the sensations keep flooding my body. The clip's slow vibration and the steady surge of heat have my loins on fire.

Dmitri:

"Even as you squirm and feel the wonderful sensations assaulting your unworthy clit, you will slide further and further down The Iron Spike...and when you get too far, pretty bitch..." I let the words hang with satisfaction, seeing the look of realization and terror capture the young blonde's face.

I turn to her brunette friend and see sudden cooperation appear in her submissive, downcast eyes.

Gabriella:

"Please don't hurt her! Oh god, I'll do what you want. Shave my pussy! I'll fuck all your men!" I lie back, spreading my thighs as the first guard applies shaving cream to my pubic hair. Biting my lip, I close my eyes as the second man runs the razor under hot water and slowly swipes it across my sensitive crotch.

Dmitri:

"Ohhh...so sexy. We're just improving you, slave. Now tell us...where are possible safe houses? Where will your friends Danica and Ivy be hiding?"

Gabriella:

"Please believe us! We don't know!" I groan with plaintive urgency. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the final swipe of the razor across my now overly sensitive skin. No sooner are they done shaving my pussy, two men haul me to my feet.

Dmitri:

"Wrong answer, cunt!" I gesture to my men. "Give this bitch the reward she so richly deserves!" Faolan is a dirty Cossack, but his cock his huge and his loyalty to me unquestioning. He lifts up the brunette and she has just enough time to loop her chained wrists over his head before he impales her. Her squeal as her recently-shaved cunt feels all the abrasions of his wiry pubic hair is truly inspiring.

Then I notice that Gregor is coming up behind her, his cock lubed and prepared to press into her teeny-tiny, star-shaped hole.

Gabriella:

"Oh NO! What the hell are you doing! Keep that out of me! Oh please don't!" I can't believe this is happening to me.

Dmitri:

"You'll take it gladly or I turn up the clit-vibe attached to your friend's pussy and she goes further down on The Iron Spike. What will it be?" 

Gabriella:

I cringe at the sound of Dmitri's cold, iron voice. There is no room for pity, mercy, or even an ounce of leniency in his tone. I reluctantly lift my ass up to allow for easy access. A moment later I feel the second Russian thug's cock pressing against my tightest hole. As he plunges in the first few inches I clench my teeth, my moans filling the dungeon chamber.

Trisha:

I watch Gabriella's ordeal in disbelief. This has to be some obscene nightmare or else I'm losing my mind. This can't be real! As I feel that clip buzzing on my clit, the juices begin to gather between my legs. Dmitri sees how wet I'm becoming and he stands before me, his huge cock pressed against my belly.

Dmitri:

"Ooohh. So the bitch likes her pussy raped, does she, only when it's by a machine instead of a flesh-and-blood Russian stud? You American sluts are nothing if not a contradiction!" I laugh at the blonde's predicament and turn to the other action.

Gabriella:

My pleas for mercy are ignored as both men double-fuck my holes. This is so degrading I want to crawl into a hole and hide forever. Yet at the same time the double-friction of both cocks inside me has my libido more excited than ever. Disgusted with myself, I find myself moaning...no longer in protest, but more of a crooning submission. The cocks vanishing in and out of my pussy and anus are becoming longer. I can almost envision their vein-engorged surfaces deep inside me, pumping me as they strain to release their oozing, white-hot loads of cum.

"Please give me the morning after pill. I don't want to become pregnant!" I cry out. I know it seems silly, to say this of all things. But it matters, so says the practical Gabriella urging in my head. Dmitri grabs my face and kisses me roughly, before stuffing a ball-gag into my mouth.

Dmitri:

"I don't think you'll live that long bitch. Now cum in this whore, gentlemen, and let's get the next two cocks reaming her sweet ass and pussy! C'mon now!"

Trisha:

I feel for Gabriella's plight as the cocks pour into her one after another, the cum oozing down her smooth and sexy thighs. I see the blood and cum smeared against her skin, dripping from her sore anus, and for a moment I forget about my own dilemma. I look down, seeing only one more inch of rubberized sheath protecting me from the sharper points against The Iron Spike between my pussy. It won't be much time now. We have to make him believe us, that we don't know anything or...I shudder, goose bumps prickling up and down my arms at the only alternative.

Gabriella:

It's all a blur of cocks slurped up between my aching pussy or puncturing my now-burning ass. Oh god please make it stop. "Please Masters! We know nothing!!!!"

Trisha:

Seeing Gabriella's growing agony I realize that I have to stop this. Finally, as Russian thug #7 and thug #8 insert their huge dongs into her bleeding holes, I speak out.

"Please! We'll tell you where the safe house is! We know of it! I can give you the address. Just, just let us go! Please!!"

Dmitri:

I rub my hands together and gently take a handgun in each fist. I then aim the gun at the blonde's chest and pull the trigger. The girl screams once, her eyes widening in disbelief before she goes limp. I turn to the brunette slave whose eyes have widened with the realization of true terror for the first time.

"You see slut? I do not have patience. That was her reward for holding out on me. But luckily for you I am a practical and forgiving man. If you tell me the information your friend just mentioned, we will let you live the night and you will even join me in my bed and warm my cock with your pussy until the early hours of morning. Then we shall decide what to do with you when we come to it."

Gabriella:

I am gaping open-mouthed at what appears to be blood trailing down my best friend's belly. Oh my god! He actually shot her! The patriotic fervor that I'd been keeping hidden away, the loyal American inside me that insisted I would never give up the location of the President's daughters -- all that has vanished! Poof! Oh please, I don't want to die! 

"Master please don't kill me! The address is 1011 Domingo Plaza, Apt. C." 

Dmitri:

I watch the girl carefully for any signs of lying. Finally content that she is telling the truth I tell Lubovich and Vanyev to hurry up and empty their horny cocks in her. When they've finished with her they hand over the naked, cum-sopped girl into my arms. I carry her up to my private chamber, plopping her onto my bed while I grab my cell and notify our FSB Extraction Team.

Finally I turn back to the stricken captive in my bed. Her sopping pussy is already getting my pristine sheets all messy with the other men's cum. Her wrists are still chained in front of her, but she looks up at me with enchantingly haunted chocolate-brown eyes. I admire her caramel-colored, sleek body, naked and exposed in the candlelight of my private bed chamber. Her clean-shaven pussy pouts, red and swollen from constant fucking, but still beautiful in the flickering light.

Gabriella:

What will I do now? I don't know. Trisha and Carly are gone. Now it's only me. I look up after my cruel captor has plopped me on his bed and made his cryptic phone call. He looks me over, and I see an odd affection cross his normally grim face. He takes a key from the nightstand drawer and approaches me. I flinch and my eyes shut, but I only feel the click of the cuffs being unlocked. He gingerly spreads my sticky, blood-smeared thighs. His cock salutes me.

Dmitri:

"We will go slow tonight, and have a good, long fuck, little slave. What is your name?"

Gabriella:

"Gabriella."

Dmitri:

"Well, Gabriella, consider your pussy lucky. It will be graced with my cock tonight in ways far more tender than your worthless cunt deserves. Open wide. Ahh yes. Let us see how well my men have lubed your snatch to receive my full girth."

Gabriella:

As I see his newly elongated cock, more vigorous than ever, I almost want to faint. Instead I spread my legs to welcome his invading warmth, and my arms encircle his muscular torso as he gasps with satisfaction.

Dmitri:

"You encase me nice and tightly, girl. Your feminine jungle is hot and soaking, oohh yes! So much cum has already scoured out this overused pussy, Mmmm..." I rock back and forth into this stunning cunt, wondering how long I should keep her.

As my arms encircle her, pulling her closely against me, our bodies entwine as one. My lips bruise her startled full mouth, her tongue gently dancing with and succumbing to my own. As I pump in and out of her delicate snatch a new idea enters my mind. Perhaps keeping this one alive as my personal fuck-toy would be worth it after all. The FSB paid its top officers well in perks as well as in cash. If the daughters of the President were to be apprehended, such a trifling request would be easily granted...

Gabriella:

I can sense as Master Dmitri looks down at me, our bodies sweating and enjoined, that he seems to be thoughtful rather than angry. A spark of hope bursts open in my breast, and I wonder if he means to let me live. His fierce kissing, full mouth to mouth, encourages me. Then, as he spreads his hands on either side of me and stares at me intently while he fucks me, that hope turns into something more. 

"Oh yes Master! Fuck my pussy! This pussy is yours to do what you want with! Oh god!" I squeal and moan for his pleasure. The haunting image of Trisha's bloody body hanging lifeless briefly overtakes my vision....only to be replaced by the sudden, primal joy of that huge cock ramming deeply towards my core. I open my mouth, finally letting this nightmare change me, adapting to my ordeal. "Ooohhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard!" I scream. And my reward, sure enough, is hot and sticky and not long in coming. As Dmitri shudders inside me, collapsing on top of me in a pile of sweaty, muscular flesh, his arms curl about me and hold me close.

Dmitri:

"You are one lucky bitch. As I said before, a quick learner. YOU I will keep, so long as you prove your submission."

END OF CHAPTER 3 (Chapters 4 and 5 coming soon!) 



Captives in Colombia Ch. 04



Anatoli Krezich was a doctor by trade, but not the kind who made house calls or appointments with mundane patients. No, his clientele was somewhat more specialized, and the Russian FSB was certainly more discreet in its handling of him than any normal employer in the medical profession. He had fixed many a wound, saved many an FSB agent's life. Here in Colombia though, he hadn't seen any action. That is, until he'd been awoken abruptly out of a sound sleep, blindfolded, and rushed to this undisclosed location. When he was finally led into what looked like a horrific dungeon chamber he wanted to gasp.

A beautiful blond woman was hanging by her wrists, her pussy impaled on a long iron rod with a rubberized sheath hooked over the tip. There was a long red smear on the front of the girl's limp torso. 

The big Russian who called himself Igor motioned for Krezich to sit. "You are here in case any of our agents or the hostages need medical assistance when they arrive. Our team is procuring the targets now.

Krezich gave the blond a steady look. Slowly it dawned on him.

"She's not dead."

Igor guffawed, his big Russian smile reminding Krezich of a demonic bear.

"Very good. Yes, sometimes Dmitri likes to play mind games with his toys. He fired a modified round at her, point blank range -- much like a paintball. The dye was red, as you can see."

Slowly Krezich nodded. "So she fainted from the shock of it?"

Igor gave another grin of wry amusement. "Not only that, my friend, but her companion nearly died of shock and then spilled her guts. It was quite entertaining. I believe Dmitri has a soft spot for the brunette. He may even let her live. They are upstairs in his personal quarters. Dmitri is probably fucking her silly as we speak."

Krezich noticed a lack of any comfortable furniture. There were 'horses' and 'chairs' strewn about the room, all of them made of hardened steel and many of them dotted with spikes or uncomfortable devices of torture.

"Is there someplace else I can wait?"

Igor shrugged. "Does this place make you feel uncomfortable, Comrade? Ah well, suit yourself." For a long moment Igor looked Krezich up and down. Though the man's craft was medicine, even Krezich had to admit that he was tall and handsome, with more than a little muscle. At 34 years of age and with daily workouts in his private gym, the wealthy doctor was more than in-shape.

"Perhaps you would like to take possession of this one, yes? We are finished with her. It seems a waste, what our orders will be to do with her."

Dr. Krezich gave Igor a startled look. This wasn't something he'd ever even considered. Women usually came to him more than willingly. He was not used to seeing a naked captive dangling helplessly in any dungeon. But even Dr. Krezich had to admit, despite the veneer of respectability that surrounded his chosen profession, that he did have certain...urges. The idea of dominating a helpless woman had always fired his fantasies. He'd never thought to ever act on them, though, and women of the wealthy elite he usually cavorted with were too proud and full of themselves to consider something so lowly as a nasty roleplay. Of course this 'roleplay' would be all too real, but who knew...perhaps in taking possession of this blond girl he could save her life?

Krezich nodded, licking lips gone suddenly dry. "I would very much like that, Comrade."

"Good. I was hoping for another show and I'm exhausted. Actually we have another slut in the back room. We're done with her too. I think I'll leave them both with you and let you get familiar."

The tall doctor had been hustled out of bed in nothing more than boxers and an undershirt. He allowed himself to be led down twisting corridors. Two guards took the unconscious blond down from her listless, hanging position and carried her behind Igor and Krezich. At last they came to a small interrogation room with a mattress thrown in one corner and a bright bank of lights covering the ceiling. 

A Japanese girl sat, her wrists chained above her, completely naked. Krezich could see the obvious signs of abuse -- cigarette burns above her carefully shaven pussy and across her supple, melon-shaped breasts. Her raspberry-dyed hair hung lushly framing her delicate Asian face. The eyes were squeezed shut and the head hung backward. She seemed to be enjoying the hiatus from this nightmare that only the reprieve of sleep could bring.

"Hey wake up slut! Awake!" Igor growled. Yumi's eyes snapped open and her head came forward. She saw the doctor. She quietly watched the guards lay Trisha on the mattress. 

"Agent, forgive me if I ask too much, but could you arrange for a hot bath for the three of us? I'm feeling very grimy, and these girls look like they could use a good cleaning."

A spark of hope kindled somewhere in Yumi's eyes, and Krezich saw it. He then took critical note of the fish hooks looped painfully through Yumi's nipples. He then called to one of the departing guards. 

"Also, if you would, please get me antiseptic and something to remove those fish hooks." The guard gave him a dark look but left without protest.

Dr. Krezich sat in the chair next to the Japanese girl. "You can call me Master Krezich. What's your name?" he asked gently.

"Y-y-Yumi," the girl said reluctantly, eyes downcast. 

"That's a beautiful name. Slave Yumi, tell me, how long have you been here?"

The girl's gaze grew distant and unfocused. "I cannot remember."

"You will always address me as Master," Krezich reminded.

"Yes, forgive me...I-I do not remember Master."

"Where are you from?"

"Osaka, Master."

"Interesting...I remember visiting Osaka. Its shrines are gorgeous. Hokoku Shrine is my favorite. I have always admired Shinto, in all its guises, but its architecture has a special place in my heart. Perhaps we shall talk of it while we bathe."

As the doctor said this, two guards walked in and told them that their bath had been prepared. They splashed a bucket of ice-cold water in Trisha's face to revive her and slowly hustled her along with Yumi to the new chamber. This one had a large screen with a nature scene and ambient sound with speakers in the wall. Though the atmosphere was soothing, the artificiality of it somewhat spoiled the effect.

A large hot tub had been installed in the middle of a concrete floor. It now burbled and steamed. As Anatoli Krezich swept off his boxers and nightshirt, his lithe muscles glistened impressively under the bright light. He slowly eased one leg, then the other in the deliciously heated water. 

It was like a river of perfection embracing his veins wherever skin touched wetness. "Mmm. Aren't you going to join me, ladies?"

First Yumi carefully joined in. The water came up to just below her breasts. Then Trisha got in on the far side of the hot tub, staying as far away from this unknown man as she could. The doctor idly held out a hand while the guard handed him the implements he'd asked for. 

He gestured for Yumi to sit a little closer. The naked girl edged close to him. Reluctantly she straightened her back and thrust out her breasts. Anatoli made casual conversation to distract her, if only a little, as he carefully bent each hook straight and then used a heavy-duty wire cutter to snap off the fish hook barbs so that the remaining sliver of metal could slide harmlessly through the swollen nipple to be discarded. Then he took two swabs of cotton, dipped them in the antiseptic the soldiers had supplied, and applied them to Yumi's wounds.

The naked captive groaned in pain at the sting. 

"Ohh sshhhh. You're a brave girl. That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" Anatoli wondered if he could have BOTH girls. He had admired the blond's physique but with Yumi there was this instant attraction. He more than liked her. Perhaps he could give her a test?

He hopped up on the side of the tub with only his legs dangling in. Yumi seemed to notice then, for the first time, his raging erection.

It was amazing what a brief, unspoken exchange of glances could accomplish. She caught his desire. Slowly, ever so gently, she cupped his manhood with both hands and brought her mouth swooping tenderly over his penis.

"Mmmmm. Now that's the best thank you I've ever received, Yumi. Ohhh, yes. That will do nicely." As the Japanese girl sucked up and down his cock, he felt the lust building in him. Not just lust but something even more primal and shocking. The minutes dragged by and the wet suction of Yumi's mouth stroking up and down his cock finally gave way to pre-cum dancing and glistening on her lips as she withdrew. Yumi smiled at him fawningly and then proceeded to lick long, graceful strokes up to the tip of his cock-head and then back down to the hairy base above his scrotum. 

He saw the blond looking at him fearfully, as if that huge, erect penis was meant for her pussy instead of the beautiful Asian girl's.

"What's your name?" Anatoli demanded. The blond girl furtively met his gaze.

"Trisha."

"Have you enjoyed the warm water Trisha?"

"Yes Master."

"Good. Then come show me your appreciation. Join your friend over here. Come a little closer."

Trisha waded across the tub, her shining breasts and pert nipples sticking out like enticing candy. Anatoli took one in his mouth, sucking hard, while his one hand dipped between her legs, gently pinching her clit as she gasped.

"Ohh yes, nice and sensitive. Just the way I like it. Why don't you share with your friend Yumi?"

Yumi withdrew her mouth once more from Anatoli's cock. The cum glistened on her lips as she pumped his cock firmly in her teasing hand. She pointed the cock towards Trisha obligingly, and the blond began to tentatively lick him. 

The sudden fury that came from his voice surprised all three of them. 

"Is that the best you can suck? In that case you'll take this cock deep in your tight pussy. Climb aboard you lazy cunt!" Anatoli was getting the feel of the dominating Master role, and now he grabbed one of the pairs of handcuffs that the soldiers had left him in case the girls got too frisky. He snapped one pair around Trisha's wrists after forcing them behind her back. 

"On second thought, lie back. I'll give it to you hard on the floor." Trisha laid back, helpless with her legs splayed wide and her wrists painfully cuffed underneath her own body weight, as Anatoli positioned his bulbous cock-head at her precious hole.

"Ooohhh yes, sweetie...we're going in!" he exclaimed happily as his cock sank in. Deep. So deep. He could see Slave Trisha's eyes widen and then settle in a dazed look of shock as he plowed her depths. He crushed her mouth with his own, their tongues tussling, as he cupped the nape of her neck and lanced his cock into her moist depths. 

Then, out of his peripheral vision he saw something amazing and arousing. The Japanese slave knelt beside them, one hand between her legs. Her quick, graceful fingers were plying her own slit, rubbing her clit as her face took on a look of hunger. Anatoli couldn't believe it. This Yumi bitch was actually going to get off on what he was doing to the blond slave.

He slowly pulled out of the blond and presented his now-slimy cock. Grasping Yumi's neck he forced her lips to his cock and urged her: "Taste it, bitch. Lick the blond's juice off my dick and get me wet for another go at her." Yumi meekly complied, her mouth slurping dutifully until more strings of cum drifted from her gorgeous lips as she drew back. He couldn't take it anymore. The doctor slammed his needy cock back into Trisha's snatch, listening intently to the girl's moans as he plied her sexy snatch.

Trisha's mind flashed with too many thoughts. What had happened to her friend Gabriella? Her sister Carly? But she was too dazed and shocked by the onrushing course of events. She merely tried to blot out the brutal fucking she was receiving. 

Anatoli wouldn't let her. He finally pulled out, then shoved his fingers into her cunt, pressing in rhythmic circles near her pussy lips and joy nub. The girl's clit awoke like a resurrected phoenix, stoking a fire that soon had her writhing and biting her lip. Frantically the blond shook her head, but Anatoli knew better. Her quickened heart rate told the same revealing story. He pushed and battered harder against her tiny bundle of nerves until her clit was as hard as his angry cock. He looked down at his prick now, bulging with too many veins and needing a pussy to embed itself in. He turned to the beautiful Asian captive beside him.

"Lick your friend's clit and finish the job I've begun. I want to fuck you."

Yumi's expression froze for a moment...as if for the first time she put together the enormous dick hanging from her benefactor's loins and the realization that he was going to put that huge thing inside HER. Carefully she pressed her mouth to Trisha's snatch and began to slurp and suck louder than a whore in a lesbian porno film. Meanwhile she raised her gorgeous butt high, exposing her perfect pussy for good penetration.

Anatoli brutally shoved his whole cock inward with one thrust. He felt Yumi stiffen and wiggle, her gasp audible between licks of the blond woman's snatch. But admirably Yumi didn't complain, merely licked and sucked pussy as Anatoli's Russian cock had its way with her Japanese cunt.

The doctor reveled in the odd feel of knowing that even as his cock was raping a tight young woman's pussy, that same woman's mouth was preoccupied in pleasuring another equally helpless and nubile young woman...both under his complete power. That kind of knowledge was the best aphrodisiac Anatoli had ever known, and the good doctor soon found himself straining to fuck Yumi harder and more viciously. 

His cock rammed into her again and again, the squelching sounds even echoing above the bubbling in the hot tub. At last he saw the blond shudder. Yumi's face came away from Trisha's crotch glistening with the blond beauty's juices. It was so perfect. It made Anatoli smile as he came. His arm wrapped around Yumi's neck, pulling her backward, crushing her against his chest as he felt his stickiness shoot towards her fertile womb. He wondered idly whether these girls could be impregnated, or did the FSB agents have them on birth control?

Yumi collapsed malleably in the Russian doctor's arms, her breathing ragged. "Such spirit," Anatoli murmured, stroking Yumi's cheek. "Let's see if your friend fucks as nicely."

Minutes later his cock was reawakened. After Yumi licked his shaft clean of her own juices, Anatoli instructed her to undo the handcuffs and let Trisha freely straddle him. He laid back, watching contentedly as Trisha reluctantly lined up his cock and eased her tight little twat onto his enormous manhood. 

"Oohhh, you feel me fill you, don't you girl? Would you like to be my personal slave, your pussy mine to fill each night? Would you prefer that to death and torture in this secret FSB installation?" The blond girl's face seemed to twitch at the mention of the FSB. Maybe she knew more than he assumed, but Anatoli didn't care. He just enjoyed the feel of her young cunt gripping his iron-hard prick. 

As she rode him dutifully Yumi knelt behind her. The Japanese girl's hands gently massaged the blond woman's breasts, even having the audacity to cup and squeeze them firmly. Yumi's dutiful urges were designed to please her newest patron. She whispered into Trisha's ears. "Fuck our Master joyfully so that he can cum deep inside you. Our fate is in his hands. Do not forget this." Yumi's not-so-hidden warning and fear didn't seem to bother the good doctor. To the contrary, it set his loins further alight, the idea of these two girls frightened of what might happen to them if they did not please him. The domination and power he enjoyed heightened now above all else. That was the biggest turn-on in all his 34-years despite all the high class women he had dined and fucked to orgasm in places much more comfortable than this.

Dr. Anatoli Krezich finally cried out -- a guttural, orgasm-striving groan of ecstasy -- as the blond slave ground and humped his agonized cock. He managed to just barely stave off the release of his eager seed. The blond saw how close he was though, and Yumi saw it too. Yumi reached down, cupping his testicles, and she had the gall then to shout "Cum in her Master, NOW, or I squeeze your fucking balls and make you scream!" Anatoli couldn't believe her boldness! That fucking bitch! That audacity! Instead he found his turn-on raging into an inferno of fulfilled lust. He came right then and there -- the hardest orgasm of his relatively young life. His seed surged upward into the blond's tight twat, overfilling and rushing back downward to ensconce equally in her golden thatch and his darker pubic curls. 

As he looked in awe at both women he saw a wicked smile light Yumi's eyes. She began to slurp and tongue up the mingled juices on his deflated penis as soon as it slipped free of Trisha's snatch. He wanted to punish this disobedient Japanese slave for her impertinence, but the glorious feel of her tongue on his cock made him mute.

Working as an asset for the FSB had never been so perfect as it was just now. He had found paradise in an FSB interrogation dungeon. Fate had a way with irony, oh yes it did. Anatoli sighed and lay back as Trisha curled against his chest, her cheek soft against his shoulder.

"Did you like my pussy, Master? I hope I pleased you." Anatoli could sense the fear in her voice, the charade she put on for his benefit. It thrilled him. It even made his cock hard, despite the two recent orgasms. He smiled. 

"You have done well, slave. You may actually come out of this smelling like a rose." He gasped again, seeing Yumi's lips all the way bottoming out near the base of his cock. Her gagging, slurping symphony combined with her heavenly tongue as her obedient eyes seemed to wordlessly plead 'Please forgive me for threatening to squeeze your balls! Have mercy Master!'

As the horny Jap bitch actually sucked his cock to new hardness and then beyond, he decided he would show leniency. When she made him cum, his last vestige of seed spurting into her mouth, he couldn't believe it as his toes curled and his whole body went taut, totally spent and satisfied. A Little While Later...

Gabriella awoke with the cum of multiple partners congealed and sticky between her legs. Not a soul stirred in the small, dimly lit dungeon suite. The bed beneath her felt blissfully soft underneath her naked and battered femininity. 

She slowly opened her eyes, aware of the peaceful rise and fall of Dmitri's chest underneath her face. Her right wrist had been chained to an iron brace protruding from the wall near where the bed's headboard should have been...but of course the bed was like everything else in this forsaken hellhole...Spartan and minimalist. It was hardly more than a mattress, though to that bastard Dmitri it probably served well enough, she thought icily. 

The brunette captive looked down on her rapist's sleeping form. She could grab his balls with her free hand and squeeze. She could knee him hard with her leg; there was nothing constricting her movement elsewise. Yet she did not. She thought, 'Why? Why does part of me feel gratitude to this horrific beast of a man?' She remembered him shooting her friend...that had burned into her retinas and her brain beyond. But she had no time for those emotions now. 

This was her reality now, and she had to live with it.

The lithesome Russian opened his eyes then, a smile cracking his face.

"Good morning slave. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes Master!" Gabriella chirped. 

"Good. I have encouraging news. While you were sleeping I received word that President Kane's daughters have been captured. Your information was genuine, and for that I have a reward planned for you. Let's get that filthy cunt of yours washed out. You would like that, wouldn't you?"




Captives in Colombia Ch. 04



Gabriella slowly nodded. "Yes Master, if it pleases you." Dmitri's eyes positively sparkled.

"You do seem to be a quick study, slave. I like that." Dmitri slammed the two-way intercom that was connected to the nearest guard post. "In the next quarter hour please take my slave to have her bath. Once taken there she is not to be disturbed." With a last, possessive grasp, Dmitri gently cupped Gabriella's face and gave her a passionate kiss. His cock grew hard against her leg, but he pulled away with a sigh and rose with some stiffness and difficulty from the mattress.

"I'm afraid duty calls, slave. Unfortunately I was not given the task of processing and interrogating the President's young daughters. But no matter. Once I have checked on the status of our valuable captives, we can resume our enjoyable time together. He gave her a meaningful look that sent chills and electric surges of heat through her veins, the conflicting emotions of lustful instinct and rational horror all intertwined. Before she could make any reply, he was gone.

*****

A few minutes later and it seemed that Gabriella had entered a different world. The lush bath, scented with lavender and ginger, had been surrounded by candlelit sconces and greeted her in a room with vivid forest scenes for wallpaper. She couldn't believe that in the middle of this awful dungeon such a place could exist. The guards snapped a length of chain in place around her ankle which connected to the wall so that, try as she might, she could not escape the room.

She was even more surprised when she saw Dmitri sitting there, naked and with oils being rubbed into his shoulder muscles by two sensationally gorgeous blonds. The blonds were slender and wore nothing, but nipple piercings hung in big brass loops from their melon-shaped breasts. They looked to be almost twins, their eyes a sky-blue mixed with the slightly more greenish azure of glaciers.

"Trisha! Carly!" 

Trisha gave her a warm, fretful look, but quickly masked her emotions. Dmitri laughed.

"Did you really think I had killed your friend?" The big Russian chuckled and idly stroked Trisha's clit as Trisha bit her lip and gasped.

"I had these two enhanced while you were sleeping. Not too shabby, are they? One of our local assets wanted to buy Trisha, but I refused to sell her." Dmitri seemed suddenly and keenly aware of the hardened nipples on his beautiful brunette captive as she watched the two naked blonds massage their Russian master.

"Get in the water, bitch. CLEAN yourself. Now!" Gabriella did as she was told, suddenly quite aware of Carly and Trisha exchanging a look of fervent hope. At least the two sisters had each other, Gabriella thought ruefully. 'Whereas I have no one,' she thought. But on that account she wasn't entirely correct.

As she soaped up, self-conscious of Dmitri's intense gaze, the nipples at the end of her gorgeous cones grew even more pert. She couldn't help but notice Dmitri's towering erection and she felt the blush spread across her cheeks.

Dmitri nodded thoughtfully. "Your body betrays you, slave. I like that in a woman...only a day ago you were an unwilling, raped captive. Soon you will learn to become something else. Come here."

Unwillingly and yet feeling a not-unpleasant anticipation, the lithe, sexy brunette waded across the tub. Dmitri sat in the tub, half-submerged, but his cock poked into the room's humid air. Gabriella licked her lips and slowly grasped her Master's cock, aware of Carly's and Trisha's widened eyes watching every second. 

"Perhaps you would like to help Carly experience her first fucking?" Dmitri asked, deceptively nonchalant. 

"Yes, Master! Anything you wish!" Gabriella squealed as Dmitri's fingers pinched her already hardened nipples before he slapped her hard on the ass.

Carly was slightly larger than her younger sister. Broader of shoulder and with more ample breasts, she was still slender enough to be called athletic and even lithe by some.

The blond girl's eyes grew fearful as she took in that large cock erupting from the bubbling water. 

"Get it wet for her, slave. It needs some of your saliva along its tip I think," Dmitri ordered. Gabriella obeyed, her mouth swooping on it, her tongue firmly pressing against the throbbing veins of the shaft. When she came up from him, he was already sticky at the tip. She could taste his pre-cum, tangy with a hint of spice. A thin string of his jism drifted from her bottom lip. 

"Your face is a little messy, slave. Why don't you kiss Carly as she gets ready to impale her cute, little snatch?" Gabriella reluctantly obeyed, and Carly gently pressed her lips in response, knowing she had no choice. The blond's eyes closed sharply as a reluctant groan escaped her lips. As Gabriella pulled away she couldn't help pressing her fingers into Carly's cunt, firmly coaxing that bundle of nerves which could bring the most exquisite pleasure.

"What are you doing?!" Dmitri barked. He saw Gabriella's hand pressed against Carly's sex before the brunette hastily pulled it away.

"Forgive me Master," Gabriella murmured. 

"Just for that, YOU get to take this cock in your tightest, worthless hole. Now come here and sit, and ready that sweet ass hole for me."

Gabriella suddenly shivered, knowing how full that big cock would feel embedded in her tiny butt. "Oh please, Master, no! I didn't mean to disobey. I just wanted to give her pleasure!"

"You give pleasure only when commanded, disobedient cunt. Now straddle me and press your ass where it belongs!"

Gabriella bit her lip and moaned as she straddled Dmitri, her star-shaped hole positioned above his bulbous girth. She rested both her hands on his thighs. For once her wrists were unchained, though another chain ran from left her ankle to a ringlet in the side of the wall so that even if she did throttle him there would be no escape. 

The sexy brunette carefully lowered her ass on that vein-pulsing cock. She felt him rip past her overwhelmed sphincter. Her groans filled the room as he began to press upward into her cute little butt. His hands smacked her ass cheeks mercilessly as he enjoyed every second of her anal penetration. The blond women could only gape as Gabriella bounded up and down on her rapist's cock, adding to the overwhelming fullness of each impalement. 

"What is this, now? Most slaves are too timid and let ME do all the work. You're bottoming out your hot little ass, slave. Tell me why."

As Gabriella continued to fuck herself on his agonizingly huge cock, her groans mixing from so much pain and pleasure, she blushed and spoke the truth. 

"Because I am now your slave, Master. I live to please you. I beg your forgiveness and impale my unworthy ass on your magnificent cock." The cruel Russian seemed to like that answer because he squeezed both hands around the brunette hottie's neck, bringing Gabriella's lips roughly to his own. His brutalizing kiss was almost as violent as the cock spearing through her now-aching anus. She felt the writhing sensations ricocheting through her core. Then she felt something even more welcome. Dmitri cupped her ass cheeks, lifting her off of him long enough to reposition her much more accommodating pussy, and he let her sink that well-lubricated love-hole onto his straining penis while she faced him. 

Even as she dipped her head and moaned from pleasure, Gabriella knew that this was her brutal rapist's way of showing mercy...So she fucked that raping cock as hard as a desperate slut in a cock-humping contest. She gyrated and ground on top of Dmitri's dick like it was her only salvation. And perhaps it was. As the foxy brunette felt that Russian cock explore her most intimate parts, Dmitri's calloused hands gripped her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them while her moaning deepened. Then his right forefinger and index finger abruptly pierced her star-shaped hole. The pre-cum that had lubricated her anal passage made a sticky, squelchy sound as Dmitri worked his fingers in and out. 

"How does it feel to be finger-fucked in your tainted hole, hm?"

"Ohhhh Master...please slide your fingers in my worthless ass and fuck me harder!" Gabriella crooned.

Gabriella couldn't believe the joy of those combined sensations -- two fingers fucking her ass hole and a huge cock filling her pussy. It sent her over the edge and she came hard on the brutal spymaster's cock. Her shuddering body melted against his chest as he kissed her hard.

"You ready for my spunk, little bitch?"

"Oh yes, Master! Please cum inside me!" Gabriella crooned. Had she actually just said that? 'Oh god...what have I become?' she wondered. The sexy brunette shot an apologetic look at the two flabbergasted blond girls, then found herself doing something even more disturbing. Leaning to the side and forward, Gabriella began to suckle Trisha's left breast, feeling the odd sensation of the nipple ring between her lips.

"Oooh yeah sweetie. Keep doing that. You're one hot little bitch, aren't you slave?" Dmitri growled. Then he spent himself inside her -- a huge geyser of spunk that shot up into the young brunette's sore, little twat. Gabriella found her heaving, panting breasts pressed snugly against her rapist's massive chest as his hands gently cupped her ass cheeks, holding her body tightly to his own. His slowly softening prick remained nestled in her sex, warm and sticky, but she no longer cared. Gabriella closed her eyes and heard the words that she expected to hear again and again for the rest of her life.

"MMmm. It is good thing I didn't decide to kill your cute ass. I think I will keep you as my personal fuck-toy for the rest of your worthless, cock-sucking life. You understand?"

"Uhhhh...yes Master," Gabriella groaned. The Master's iron-fisted hands cupped Gabriella's delicate face, and Dmitri's brutal kiss cemented the agreement between conquering male and penetrated slavegirl. Gabriella's eyes widened as she felt the flaccid cock inside her pussy reshaping into something hard. Rigidity reborn...



Captives in Colombia Ch. 05



Captives in Colombia – Ch. 05 

Trisha's perspective...

We stayed our third night above the Russian FSB dungeon complex...that was about all I knew for sure. The humid Colombian air permeated the entire city and snuck through the boarded windows. It was very similar to the original room in which we'd been kept when the two Russians Ivan and Igor had first interrogated us. But there was one hugely significant difference.

Any pretext of what we were there for had vanished. We were no longer captives being interrogated for information. There was no longer anything of use I might tell our Russian spymaster, Dmitri Aleksi Borodin, to bargain for my future. Instead I found myself, surreally, horrifically, bound naked in a beautiful room with marble flooring. Whereas the outside appearance of the building, with its boarded up windows, must've looked dilapidated and appalling, here I lay on a gorgeous bed in a sea of plush cushions.

My golden blonde hair spread like a second blanket down my back, making me hotter yet in the humid room. Gabriella, her long, dark cascades of hair just as heat-inducing, snuggled close to me by force rather than choice. She too was naked. Our wrists were cuffed around each other's torsos so that we were forced to lie together in the bed. For good measure Dmitri had even commanded us to hug closely, our breasts pressed against each other. A webcam perched in the corner of the room reminded us that anyone could be watching, whether FSB guard or Dmitri himself. I could smell her musk and the stink of my own sweat as we lay helplessly in the hellish heat.

The room was dark, but an alarm clock in the corner washed the bed in a blue haze of light. By the light I couldn't see Gabriella's face, but she could see mine. Carefully I mouthed the words to her. They seemed ludicrous, insane, especially now. I didn't know where they'd taken my sister, Carly, and as far as I knew we were Dmitri's property to do with as he saw fit...sex slaves with no will of our own.

But still, I said those words:

"We have to get out of here."

I sensed rather than saw Gabriella's eyes flutter open. She sighed, a languished, broken sound. 

"I am a fuck-toy. Fuck-toys do not escape," she murmured. "I live only for Dmitri's cock inside me."

Again I felt rather than saw her defeated stare. She gently brushed her lips against mine. "At least I can share in my fate with a friend I love," she murmured again, as if intoxicated. Ever since her brutal fucking last night at the hands of Dmitri, when she'd suckled my ring-pierced nipple and rode Dmitri's cock in the evil bastard's personal hot tub, I'd seen a drastic change come over her. It was like she wasn't even the same person. Her will had almost completely disappeared. The degrading sex slave that Dmitri encouraged her to be had completely taken over her persona. 

There were moments of clarity, flashes of the old Gabriella. But not many.

"Gaby, stop talking like this! You and I know that we can do this. We need to keep our heads on straight. We need to keep our eyes opened for an opportunity!"

Gabriella rubbed her breasts enticingly against mine as I groaned and asked her to stop. She kissed the side of my neck. "Foolish Trisha. Always so stubborn. Maybe you don't remember – I am the one who gave them the information about the safe house. It's my fault that Ivy and Danica" – those were President Gerald Kane's daughters – "were captured."

The unspoken implication was clear. Gabriella felt that she deserved the fate she'd been dealt. Whether or not she truly reveled in her cruel sexual servitude – that was another question. At first I'd thought that Gabriella's enthusiasm towards Dmitri was just a charade. Now that was seeming less and less certain.

We heard a heavy lock being disengaged. The door to our luxurious bedroom swung open and a large African wearing military fatigues stomped in. Gomar was his name, if I remembered right.

"Please let us go!" I pleaded, knowing it was probably useless. The huge African guard gave us a toothy grin. 

"Time for a bathroom break. Each of you will get a turn if you behave." First he undid Gabriella's restraints, taking her into the bathroom with its perfect, onyx-swirl patterned countertops and marble tiles. A minute or two later she was escorted back into our bedroom, but Gomar had a strange look as he admired my brunette friend's naked ass.

"Hmm. Since I let you use the bathroom, perhaps your pussy wants to thank me, yes?" Gomar teased. I gaped as the big African – at least 6'8, nearly all of him raw muscle – jerked off his combat boots and pants and threw off his camouflaged shirt and jacket. 

"Please Master be gentle!" Gabriella protested.

"No! Stop it! Don't touch her!" I shouted. Gabriella was bent over our bed, her wrists having been bound with wire behind her back. She let out a hiss of breath as Gomar slowly spread her cheeks, admiring the pouting lips of her sex.

"Ooohhh yes, little sweet slave. You're already a little wet for big Gomar," the crude African guard murmured approvingly. He carefully snuck two fingers into her snatch, then pulled them out and brought them sensuously to his lips. 

"Mmm...and you TASTE as good as you LOOK," he rumbled. I saw his huge cock – nearly 13 inches of unyielding flesh – and it made me want to pass out.

"Listen you little prick! Leave her the fuck alone!" My savage words threw the cruel guard for a loop. He couldn't believe my defiance, and truth be told, I couldn't blame him. Despite my several days of brutal captivity I still had it in me to resist, to tell these bastards that what they were doing was wrong. The moment I saw the smoldering anger on his face I knew I was going to pay for my words.

"Come here bitch," he motioned at me. 

Now my cuffed hands had been temporarily released. He'd had to uncuff me so that he could extricate the two of us and take Gabriella to the bathroom. Once he'd stood Gabriella up he had forgotten to re-cuff my wrists.

I blanched as he grabbed me by the neck and yanked me towards the edge of the bed where Gabriella lay bent over and prone. Suddenly I found a large, black dick in my face. I pressed my lips shut and turned my head away, but when he grasped both my nipples and squeezed hard my scream was met by his cock being shoved down my throat. 

I nearly gagged but somehow managed to take him in. Immediately the guard's pre-cum, tangy and with a slight hint of sweetness, bloomed on my palate. I instinctually placed my hands on his hairy legs as he thrust his cock in and out between my lips. One hand fisted tightly in my hair and the other...well, it was far from idle. I felt my cheeks burn as he gently stroked my clit. At first there were slow, circular thrusts of his forefinger against my sex...but these soon changed into more rapid thrusts up and down. Each graze against my clit felt like a jolting tingle that the instinctual part of me wished would just grow and grow. 

He thrust his cock towards the back of my throat. I made gurgling noises as he pulled out, the extra cum dangling from my lips. He wiped the excess pre-cum that now crowned his eager cock against my breasts, making them glisten in the pale, blue light.

"Now, dumb blonde bitch. Feel lucky that I did not ream your tight asshole for your disobedient words. Since you've lubed me up nicely, it's time for your friend's reward."

I watched, feeling helpless and torn, as he carefully pressed his humongous, bulbous cock-head between Gabriella's pussy lips. He grasped her cuffed wrists in one big hand and pressed her into the bed and he entered her. I heard her gasp and then I felt her entire weight on the mattress being thrust forward as Gomar's cock lanced deep inside her, striving for her cervix.

I saw in dazed resignation – disbelief had died long ago – as the big guard raped one of my best friend's with his big, angry cock. What made it even more appalling though were the sounds that Gabriella slowly began to make. Her lilting moans, hesitant at first, then growing in urgency, filled the air along with the smell of her moistening sex. Sure enough, Gomar had been right. She seemed to be hot and ready for him. Her squelching sex began to capture his cock like a velvet refuge. I looked on in disbelief as Gabriella began to grunt and thrust her hips back against Gomar's impaling penis, completing the penetration for him.

"Oohhh sweet girl...you know how to fuck a cock properly! This is good. We will now see if your friend is as fast a learner!" With those abrupt words he pulled out of her. My eyes widened in shock. Gomar grasped me by the neck and told me to jump on his cock.

"Come, jump on, blondie! We can fuck standing up. I can handle your slender, feathery weight and we'll let gravity do the rest. Come fuck this big, African dick, bitch. You know how much you want me deep inside you." He said these disgusting words even as he slapped my ass cheeks and cruelly pinched my nipples. Still I struggled and writhed...all the while feeling his hard manhood pressed against my abdomen.

"Please Master, wait! I'll fuck you!' I protested. I had to buy time, that was all that was going through my head. 

He seemed intrigued by my sudden change of tone. "Oh, is that so?" he grinned slyly. "How?"

I gently grasped his dick, pumping up and down with slow, sensuous strokes. "Forgive me, Master. I...I will try to be a good slave. Lie down and let me do all the work, Master."

I motioned towards the bed trying to give him my best conciliatory, downcast gaze. He seemed to regard me doubtfully. 

"Hmm...first we fuck my way...then we fuck yours," he decided. I almost shouted my resistance and flailed my arms at him, but one thing stopped me. Escape. That one, all-important possibility. That had to come before everything else, and I knew what I might have to sacrifice to achieve it. I'd already sacrificed so much...I'd already been raped by so many hard, rampaging cocks. What was just one more?

First I'd give the bastard his fun. Then, when I had that moment of opportunity, the tables would be turned. I was getting the hell out of here, one way or the other.

"Yes, Master! As you wish," I said demurely, my eyes still downcast. He tilted my chin upwards with one of his hands to look into my now meek gaze. 

"Good girl! Come!" He held his arms wide as I leaped up onto him, my hips pressing against his sides as his hands cupped my ass cheeks, lifting me up higher. I looked backward as if from a mountaintop, not so much because of the height I was off the ground but because of the unsteadiness as Gomar's legs buckled slightly. Soon enough, though, the big African brute righted himself, and I saw his flagpole-straight spike of a penis waiting to impale me. I bit my lip, telling myself that this would be the last cock that would rape me. Then, gingerly, while I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold on for dear life, I eased my pussy down, sinking all the way onto his fleshy worm.

The black cock filled me up completely after the first few thrusts. Gravity could do miracles apparently, and now I regretted it. The bastard was going to split me open at this rate.

"Uuughhh...It's too big, Master," I wailed. He replied by bruising my lips with his own, stifling my protests and pushing my buttocks down hard with both of his clenched fists. I could only groan as he bounced my pussy up and down that cruel cock. My muffled protests went unheeded. My breasts pressed hard against his thick, muscle-bound chest and his grunts mingled with my own. So too did our sweat mingle, our scents becoming one. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Gabriella still bent prone over the bed, looking up at us. Watching him rape me. We were well beyond shame, but it did intrigue me, seeing that expression of regret on my friend's face. She clearly knew that every brutal second that our corrupt guard was fucking me was one less second that she had to entertain his cock with her own pussy. Gabriella's sympathy made me think that perhaps there was still something to be salvaged there. Maybe she could be convinced to help in my insane hopes for escape after all.

As Gomar continued to pump his cock in and out of my now-slickened snatch, a strange thing happened. His fingers prodded into my anus, making me moan. But a tiny sliver of Trisha...the one who didn't care about fashion, makeup or men with six-figure incomes...felt only a pure, burning need. His cock, plowing my pussy so deep, didn't feel half bad. No, more to the point – he felt so...good.

I tried to thrash those conflicting sensations and the shameful emotions they stoked up, shaking my head as my pussy once again encased that manly African flesh. Gomar's grunting had reached a crescendo and now he was ready to cum in me, I could tell. 

"Ohhh keep it up blonde fuck-toy. Milk your guardian's balls. Then maybe I take you to the toilet and let you pee!" he laughed. 

The truth was that I didn't have to pee. I hadn't had much to drink, not knowing how long it would be until Dmitri or his goons came back to check on us. Which was probably just as well because peeing on this asshole would only have made him angrier. 

I reached down with one hand, pressing firmly against the base of his cock and cupping his testicles as I felt them constrict. I stiffened as his hot load shot, gooey and deep, into my swollen pussy. The frequent couplings had taken a toll on my body, and now my sore cunt protested at the friction of this most recent cock. First I felt the bastard's warmth shoot upward, then I felt the rest ooze outward...downward...bathing Gomar in his own stickiness and painting my thighs with gooey nastiness.

The heaving, panting sicko kissed me ferociously on the mouth for good measure before throwing me onto the bed. He plopped down beside me, already trying to pump his dick back to some measure of hardness. He told me, "Clean off my cock, bitch. Look how messy you've made it!"

Obediently I leaned over, sliding my tongue up and down, tasting his nasty spunk and my own juices. I smelled the sweet musk that was me, suddenly overpowered by the tangy and more syrupy sweetness of the black brute's cum. My lips sucked in the wrinkled folds of his balls, slurping while he groaned approvingly. At last I'd cleaned every inch of that monstrous cock, coating it in my saliva. It was just firm enough to ride, though not as firm as our first go at it. 

He reclined back, pillowing his head with both hands, and told me to mount up. My opportunity had come. 

"Oh yes Master, but please be careful with me. I'm so fragile..." I purred, straddling his hips. Gently I positioned his regrown penis near my pussy lips, and even more gingerly I impaled myself slowly, letting him cup my tits. I groaned, my nipples becoming firm little buds in the palms of Gomar's hands. He groaned in absolute pleasure. I began pumping up and down that devastating prick of his. My pussy could feel every agonizing inch of it. 

As I rode that cock I glanced unobtrusively at the nightstand.

I'd gotten the feeling after being held by these FSB Russian bastards for several nights that they weren't used to determined resistance from their helpless captives. More recently I'd noticed that these upper floor rooms were designed to keep others out rather than keeping prisoners or sex slaves in. They probably assumed that the presence of goons, FSB agents, and other security would be enough deterrent. But aside from those obvious obstacles, the physical reality offered more than a few options.

Take this room for example. There were many things that made this bedroom 'prison cell' of ours atypical. Unlike many of the other dungeon cells and rooms in which Gabriella and I had been raped, this one had accessories. There were many objects beyond the bare bones, and this meant that these objects, with just a little creativity, could be used to a captive's advantage.

The eagle statue on the nightstand to my right was a perfect case in point. It was a good size – maybe a foot and a half tall, with outstretched wings. Heavy enough to brain an unobservant male in the heat of lust but not so heavy that a girl like me would have any trouble lifting it. If I could grab it quickly, just around the statue's base, I could wield that sucker like a good, old-fashioned club.

As I was contemplating this, Gabriella moved into my field of vision. 'Stupid bitch! Get out of my way!' I moaned inwardly. The naked brunette awkwardly knelt over Gomar's chest and began kissing him despite the fact that her wrists were cuffed behind her back. 

"Mmm...you getting lonely already, brown-haired slut? Kiss your big boss good, oh yeah. Now give me one of those hot little nipples for me to suck!" Gomar growled. 

It took me a moment to realize what Gaby was really doing. She wasn't just being a sexed-up whore. She was perfectly blocking Gomar's field of vision so that he wouldn't see if I chose to lean over to take the statue in my hands. I saw my old Gaby wink at me as she turned her head and leaned in towards the big ape's face. He suckled on her right nipple while his other hand roughly pinched my left nipple. With the golden hoop dangling from my nipple the pain of it was palpable. I gasped as the evil bastard thrust his pelvis upward, fucking me to a gleeful second finish. 

Gaby gave me a barely perceptible nod. I couldn't believe we were doing this. What were we going to do about the camera? Wouldn't the guards or Dmitri know what we were doing right away? I thought, 'One problem at a time, Trisha. Focus!' I steeled my mind and my resolve. I leaned over, caressing the black hulk's chest, smooching the side of his jaw even as he sucked my friend's tit. 

"Ohhh baby, you feel so good inside me." I crooned those words even as I reached over, grabbed the eagle statuette. Then, with sudden and vicious force, I clubbed Gomar in the head with it. The black brute may have been built of muscle, but his skull was human, and blunt trauma did the damn trick.

As the bastard went limp I slipped my pussy off of his softening prick. My eyes locked with Gaby's. 

"Keys!" she whispered. 

I nodded, looking frantically among the keys in the key-ring set that Gomar had placed on the nightstand. I tried several until finally we got lucky. As the cuffs slid to the floor Gaby gingerly rubbed at her reddened wrists.

"Glad to have you back, babe. I was worried about you." 

She just gave me back a sorrowful look. "Just because I'm helping you doesn't mean I think this is the SMART thing to do Trisha. But for what our friendship's worth and because I don't want to die as a sex slave in some deep, dark dungeon, I'm willing to risk it. So what's the plan?"

My mind was racing. I looked around the room. I saw Gomar's military fatigues. They were so hopelessly too-big for us, I quickly dismissed them as a useable disguise. I ran to the boarded-up window and looked through a narrow sliver between two of the boards where the moonlight was slipping in.

We were a good eight to ten stories up. Shit. I ran to the door and unlocked it. Together Gaby and I peered out into the hallway. It seemed to run endlessly in both directions before turning a corner. Not exactly helpful.

"Which way?" Gaby asked me as if I should somehow have a damn clue.

I shrugged. "You tell me."

Just as I was about to make a guess two guards, both young Russian men with barely peach fuzz for beards, came strutting down the hall. Their eyes widened when they saw us. Oh shit. There was a way to handle this, but if we didn't play our cards perfectly we were done.

I motioned for Gabriella to follow my lead.

"Stop!" one of them shouted.

"Halt!" I noticed that the first boy-guard's badge said 'Sergei.' The other one's name was Andre.

"Gomar wanted us to come out and give you big boys a reward for doing such a good job," I purred.




Captives in Colombia Ch. 05



Gabriella chimed in. "Oooh yes." She rubbed up against Andre, and the bulge in his pants gave him away. 

"What is this?" Sergei asked, eyes narrowing. I slowly slipped my hands underneath his waistband, finding the warmth of his dick underneath. With a gentle squeeze I took my other hand and stroked my own clit.

"He said that you two rookies deserved a reward," I whispered silkily. Sergei didn't seem to be buying it, but Andre was a little more malleable. Andre stood still as Gabriella slowly undid his belt, lowered his pants, and admired the cock that sprang free, saluting her kneeling, naked form.

"Ooo. What have we here? This cock needs a good sucking. Mmm..." Gaby crooned. Her tongue ran up and down his shaft. The boy-soldier shuddered. His hands gently rested on my best friend's shoulders.

Sergei grumbled. "We don't have time for this shit. We are supposed to be on patrol." I gave Sergei a pouty face, my other hand efficiently undoing his belt and lowering his pants also. He let me do it against his will, but as I tried to mouth his cock he put his hand against my face, shoving me away.

"Lie down bitch. You deserve it rough." With some dismay I saw the boy-soldier eye my pussy hungrily. He shrugged out of his fatigues and laid me down right in the hallway. His prick, though by no means small, slid in easily compared to my earlier tormentors. He found his rhythm in no time. His hands squeezed my shoulders and used them as leverage while he pounded my pussy. My hands lightly cupped his buttocks and roamed his flanks as I asked him to please be gentle.

"Gentle is for a proper Russian wife at home, not a stupid American sex-slave!" Sergei growled. "Now lie there and fuck me, you hot cunt! Let me feel you wiggle on my big, Russian cock! Come now. Fuck like you mean it!" he hissed. Suddenly my plan was unraveling. We needed to take these two out quickly and move on if we were to have any chance of getting out of here.

I glanced over towards Gabriella. She was sucking Andre off furiously. Her mouth pumped up and down his eager prick. His eyes were shut tight in rapture. His hands caressed and kneaded my brunette friend's shoulders before he prematurely blew his entire load in Gabriella's face. Huge globs of cum spurted into Gabriella's hair and onto her closed eyelids as she obediently opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. 

"Now that is a beautiful pearl necklace!" Andre groaned, admiring his handiwork. Extra spurts of the boy-soldier's cum had fallen onto Gabriella's breasts. He turned her around and instructed her to lean forward. I was a little shocked when I saw his re-invigorating cock enter her from behind.

"That was just a little preview, cute little slut. Let's do some proper fucking. You don't want your friend to get all the good stuff, do you?" Gabriella gave me a worried look as the man penetrated her from behind. His hands grasped her boobs for leverage. Her entire body shook with the force of each thrust, even if his cock was more manageable in size than her last partner. 

"You think these sluts will get pregnant?" Andre asked conversationally as his penis speared towards Gabriella's womb.

My own rapist grunted, his cock ramming deep into my core. "I suppose, sooner or later. Inevitable, isn't it? He usually sells them though before they can start to show."

I stiffened as I heard this and the words escaped my mouth before I could stop them: "Dmitri gave us birth control pills. What do you mean?"

Sergei shook his head. "No no. You don't get it. Those are sugar pills. Dmitri does that to all the new bitches so they feel a little better after they become his sex-toys. He will tire of you sooner or later, and when he does..."

Sergei let the words hang as my body stiffened. A chill touched me as I heard Andre finish his thought. 

"Yes. He usually sells his bitches when he tires of them, and that's usually when they get pregnant. Oh, and those are only the ones he's fond of. The bitches that displease him, when they get pregnant they're disposed of." 

"Yeah bitch," Sergei continued, slamming his cock until his balls slapped against my thighs. "You may want to consider that the next time you think you can escape." For a moment I froze in terror, thinking he'd found us out. But then I realized that the bastard was just saying something that probably occurred to him because that was what most of the 'new girls' usually contemplated. I shuddered as he spewed his cum inside me.

He pulled out roughly, then motioned for his friend to hurry. Andre finally groaned, his head snapping backward as he pulled Gabriella's pussy backward to sheath his slimy dick. Sure enough I saw Gabriella shudder, and then the boy-soldier's prick slipped out of her like a soft, dripping lollipop. Cum seeped down poor Gabriella's thighs. 

"OK bitches. That's enough for now. We have more important work to do," Sergei sneered pompously. He and his companion threw on their clothes and left us, naked and sticky, in the hallway. We exchanged a terrified yet relieved look. Somehow, despite that degrading experience, our luck had held.

"Let's go!" I whispered. Gabriella nodded and staggered down the hallway with me in the opposite direction from where the two boy-soldiers had gone.

I wasn't sure what they would do if they caught us, but the fact that no alarm had yet been sounded was a good sign. Maybe no one had been monitoring the webcam in our bedroom cell. If that was the case then there was still hope. I had to believe that. 

It turned out that my hopes were mere illusion. We made it as far as the lobby. It seemed strange really, how we had been passing hallway checkpoints with no one there. But as we entered the lobby with its glass partitions, glass doors, and lounge sofas lining each wall, it all became clearer.

Dmitri stood in the lobby entry, wearing impeccable suit coat and tie and dark shades. He smartly yanked the shades off as the doorways on either side of the lobby opened. Naked Russian soldiers, their crew cuts as identical as the cocks that saluted our naked bodies, stared at us like hungry nightmares.

"So good of you to join us," Dmitri said conversationally. "I was going to take you to see my friend Sheikh Jabari and his brother Sheikh Hasrani. They wished to sample your wares and possibly offer a generous price for your fine, sexy asses. You might even have lived out your idle, sex-slaving days in hedonistic luxury. But after viewing your latest stunt on the security cams, I think you both deserve a different future...

I tried to protest. My mouth was gibbering excuses before I knew what I was even doing. It was hopeless though. It was not long before the gang-rape flew into hedonistic and agonizing full swing. A Russian soldier lay underneath me. Two more soldiers helped me onto his throbbing dick. I gasped as he impaled me, only to realize that a new cock was pressing into my star-shaped hole, punishing my overmatched sphincter muscles as he stabbed his cock deep into my ass. A third cock stifled my frantic pleas, ramming down my throat. As each of my hands grasped two more throbbing cocks my humiliation seemed almost complete.

"You see what happens to disobedient cunts who think they are oh-so-clever now, don't you?" he asked matter-of-factly. 

I heard only his voice because in front of me all I could see was one Russian soldier's pubic hair, balls, and cock. My mouth slurped up and down the Russian soldier's shaft until he held it near the back of my throat and exploded. I nearly gagged, but somehow I managed to swallow most of it. The excess escaped between my lips, dribbling down my chin and onto my breasts. I took the brief moment of respite to glance over at poor Gabriella.

My friend had been stretched out on the floor. One man was brutally fucking her for all he was worth while his comrades cheered him on. A second man knelt over Gabriella's face, forcing him to lick his sagging scrotum while he pumped his cock with one hand and prepared to spew all over Gaby's already cum-spattered breasts.

"This will be a long night that you won't forget, wouldn't you say girls?" Dmitri asked, his gaze direct as he cupped my cheek with one hand and tilted my beautiful face to meet his unflinching stare.

"Y-yes Master...please don't kill us!" I moaned. 

He smiled. It was a vicious smile. "Oh, there are worse things I can do to you than killing you, stupid cunt. Much worse." With that he stripped down, as naked as his men. He stood there as I felt the two men whose cocks I was encasing with my pussy and ass begin to spurt and spew. As each of them pulled out of my dripping orifices, rough hands shoved me into Dmitri's arms. He stood there, staring at me with cold, unyielding ferocity as his men did all the work, hiking up my hips...thrusting me against his chest...impaling me on his cock while all Dmitri had to do was just stand there.

It was more than humiliating. It broke my very spirit. I just sagged against his chest, my arms lassoing around his neck as half a dozen unfamiliar male hands cupped my ass cheeks and lifted me up and down Dmitri's rigid cock. Dmitri's hands were clasped neatly behind his back, his downward stare the type a disappointed teacher might give an unruly child. As my breasts rubbed against his chest my nipple rings pulled against my skin, causing me to stifle a moan of pain.

"You'll be lucky if my men don't fuck you to death. Ride my cock and cum on me in the next 5 minutes and I might let you live and take you back up to my suite," Dmitri whispered. I found sudden strength in my limbs. I pulled up, using his neck for leverage, and helped impale my own now overwhelmed, achingly sore cunt up and down his brutal penis. Even as I desperately fucked him another Russian cock thrust itself deep into my ass, a double-penetration that ripped open my mouth in a surprised cry of agony.  

I tried to block out all the pain and ignore the dull ache of that cock in my ass. I rode Dmitri's cock, bouncing up and down his throbbing, monstrous prick until the friction in my pussy somehow felt good despite everything. I reached down with one hand, straining ten times as hard with my other arm to maintain my leverage, and began to stroke my clit each time I came to the apex, right before I knew I'd slam back downward onto his agonizing dick.

I had only a few spare seconds to see Gabriella's ordeal. Her dazed, unfocused stare met mine as the third Russian entered her welcoming pussy. Two other Russians held her wrists and ankles, spread-eagling her sexy, feminine elegance. The man now fucking her kissed her hard on the mouth, invading her body in two places at once, while the other men ringing her pounded the floor, their cocks ready to take up wherever their comrade left off.

I closed my eyes and stroked myself hard, willing the ecstasy that might save me from something worse than death. With crimson painting my cheeks I felt myself reach the pinnacle of orgasm. My whole body spasmed, all sense of time thrown to the wolves. I came hard on Dmitri's cock, thrashing wildly against him even as that other cock filled my anus, stretching out my anal passage to painful proportions. Dmitri sighed and joined me in rapture. His cum dripped from between my legs as he ordered his men to take me upstairs. One of the bigger Russian thugs threw me over his shoulder and carried my battered, naked body towards Dmitri's rooms. The last thing I saw before I was carried out of the lobby was Dmitri's leniency towards Gabriella. He lay down on the floor and ordered her to fuck him. If she could get him to cum within 3 minutes, she would be allowed to join me in his upstairs suite.

I saw my brunette friend desperately straddle him. She impaled herself, humping his re-inflated cock like a sex-hungering whore. The vision of Dmitri's cock vanishing into her snatch, Gabriella's sexy little ass bobbing up and down as she pled for mercy, was the last thing I saw before I passed out from sheer exhaustion.

*****

A sexy, slender young brunette rides the cock of a lanky Russian spymaster as he lies on the floor completely naked. Two Russian soldiers, naked and bristling with muscle, approach intent on adding their talents to the rape-orgy in progress.

*****

Dmitri's perspective...

It didn't take me long to tire of the brunette slut. Admittedly this Gabriella had a sumptuously tight pussy, and she humped my cock with it as if her life depended on it. Which it very much did. I idly cupped her gorgeous, supple breasts, squeezing them like doughy stress balls in my calloused hands as my men joined in her agony and humiliation.

Tulov looped a cord around her throat, squeezing it tight as she struggled for air. Both of the beauty's hands quickly tried to grapple with the constricting noose even as she strove to stay straddling my erect penis. She somehow managed to keep my cock encased in her velvet warmth in the midst of her struggles. Kurimov, another of my loyal soldiers, shoved his cock into her throat. She tried to take him in, and each time the brunette opened her lips willingly Tulov let up on the noose just long enough so that she could breathe. 

Then, as Kurimov withdrew his glistening cock, Tulov tightened the noose once more so that Gabriella learned to almost yearn for the ramming of that Russian penis down her throat and the precious air it allowed her.

We kept up this arrangement for some time. I cupped Gabriella's gorgeous breasts and squeezed harder, fucking her and relishing the warmth encasing my prick until Kurimov's cock withdrew from her lips and exploded onto her tongue. The punished slavegirl was smart enough to stick her tongue out, welcoming the cum that spurted into her waiting mouth.

"That's a good bitch. Swallow all of it whore!" Kurimov growled. He fisted his hand in Gabriella's hair and kissed her fiercely on the lips, tasting his own cum, before swatting her cheek and calling her a worthless cunt. Even as he withdrew Tulov's turn had come. 

"Dmitri, may I?" I'd had enough of the bitch. It had been several minutes and she'd failed to make me cum despite her struggles. 

"No please Master! Let me make you cum!" Gabriella squealed desperately. Even as Tulov's cock stood hard and ready for her I shoved her off of me, picked her up, and swatted her hard on the ass.

"Too bad bitch...you failed in your task. Now you pay the consequences." I picked up the still-pleading brunette hottie and, with one of my other men, we managed to get her pussy lips positioned at Tulov's bulbous cockhead. He grunted meaningfully, his eyes going wide with pleasure as we sank her all the way onto his hardness like a well-sheathed blade. Her hips hugged him tightly as he cupped her smooth, hairless ass cheeks and bounced her leaky pussy up and down his diamond-hard pussy-fucker.

"Uhhh yes...she's still tight even after all the cocks she's taken. Oh god you feel good bitch. How do you feel so GOOD? Mmmm...." His violent grunts and up-thrusts were joined by Gabriella's desperate coos and pleas.

"No more Masters! Oh god you're going to make me bleed. Please!" 

Gulachek, the newest of my men, approached with my box of 'toys'. I took out a small whip and thrashed it across the brunette's back. She groaned and asked for mercy even more pathetically. I slapped the whip across her back again.

"Cum on his dick, whore, or I'll flay the skin from your beautiful body!" I roared. Her arms were lassoed around his neck in a similar way to how Trisha's arms had been around mine. But here was a difference; I could see the exhaustion in her had already taken over. She sagged against her rapist. I watched as the energy drained out of her. Finally Tulov simply kissed her, passionately and then softly, as the squelchy sound of his cock impaling her aching pussy filled the room. 

A hush had overcome the entire lobby. The other men who hadn't cum yet looked at me with eager expressions. I put up my hand to stave off their aggression for a little longer. Finally Tulov's enormous cock released its juices, the hot-white ooze spraying in excess, flowing out of the brunette slavegirl's overwrought snatch. 

She sagged in his arms only to be handed to the next brawny soldier. She was passed around like this for at least a dozen times or more. Then other soldiers bent her over, fucking her from behind as a fellow comrade thrust an unyielding cock between her lips. Men standing along the side came all over her naked and bruised body. Spurts flew across her back and into her hair. Finally it looked like most of the men were spent, and only a few remained.

Bhashnev and Kharvec were the last. Their cocks were still rock-hard, their faces flushed from waiting their turn. Kharvec sat Gabriella on his dick facing away from him, fucking her on the couch. She sagged backwards against his chest, her half-lidded eyes dazed as if she was hardly still in the land of the living. Bhashnev cuffed her wrists together behind her back and stepped up onto the edge of the couch, thrusting his cock against her lips.

"Open, bitch." Gabriella dutifully opened, the cock slipping in deeply. I watched all of this and finally my cock had grown to a thankfully renewed hardness. 

The brunette just sat there, her legs limply dangling over the edge of the sofa, as Kharvec lanced his penis into her warm, battered love-hole. It made my dick hard just seeing her exhaustion and the culmination of the gang rape. It almost put me over the edge. Finally I told Kharvec to take that dick out of her pussy and stick it in her ass. He obeyed, and when he did I approached.

I thrust Bhashnev's cock out of the way. Then I sat next to Kharvec and stroked Gabriella's clit. Her sudden twitches and pants told me that I was on a promising path. At last I watched her cum on Kharvec's hard cock despite the cruel shaft buried deep in her ass. Then I had Kharvec hand her over to Bhashnev, who was lying on the couch, and let her straddle his burgeoning penis. With her wrists still cuffed we had to help her keep balance, but we made her do as much of the work as possible.

While she fucked him I took her from behind. Her ass was a dripping and blood-tinged hole by this point. I gently fucked in and out even as I felt the hairs on the end of my ball sac touch against Bhashnev's pubic hair below. We came at exactly the same time – our seed filling the poor slavegirl's inviting holes, until she flopped forward, lifeless, onto Bhashnev's chest.

I pulled my cock out of her messy bottom. Enough had been done for one night at least. 

"That will be all. Go now! Leave her with me!" I bellowed. My men cleared out like cockroaches, vanishing as quickly as they'd appeared.

I carefully put my arms around her as she lay facedown. Gently I tipped her backwards against me. I could feel her ragged breathing against my arm as I gingerly turned her around. Gabriella's cheek pressed against my shoulder. She flexed her fingers once, twice...then slowly pressed her cheek harder against my shoulder. She had cum all over that cheek, and I could feel the stickiness. But her whole body was much the same – one gooey, elegant, still gorgeous-looking mess of womanhood. I gently prodded my fingers into her sex, withdrawing a huge glob of lukewarm sperm which I wiped against her nipples. Gabriella simply groaned and her quick bursts of hot breath felt good against my neck as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Please Master...NO MORE..."

I clasped my arms around her, holding her confidently, her wrists still in bondage behind her back, hands bound just above her sexy ass. With a quick nip I teased one of those now-gooey nipples between my teeth. She moaned, and then I inserted my sticky fingers into her snatch once more.

"You're one cum-soaked slut...hmm. I think you've earned a little mercy, Slave Gabriella. Now do you see why it is better to be my toy rather than be shared by all the men in my service?"




Captives in Colombia Ch. 05



She slowly nodded, even groaning happily as I tenderly stroked her clit. 

"YES Master. This slave understands now. Please forgive her."

"OH...do not fret, slave. I DO forgive. Now, will you keep your disobedient blonde friend in check and help stop any future attempts to escape?"

She kissed me on my lips before I could stop her. The sudden passion of her tongue wriggling against mine nearly made me gasp. Then she pressed her forehead into the crook of my neck, licking her lips. "Yes Master. I promise."

"Show me how grateful you are then."

"Oh yes, Master. Please let me do this for you." The sexy little slut seemed to read my mind. 

She turned around and slid her cuffed hands up and down my shaft, gently exciting my cock with her slender fingers. She made it just firm enough that I could turn her around, laying her on her back and slipping my manhood inside her for one final, pleasant little fuck on the sofa. I steadied myself with two extended arms. She spread her legs for me on the soft cushions. Gabriella moaned approvingly as I clung inside her with my overworked penis. Our lips joined as one and I left the bitch's hands cuffed uncomfortably behind her as I plowed her depths. At last I tired of fucking her at my faster pace and tried upping our level of intimacy. When my arms entwined behind her torso, pressing her gorgeous tits hard against my chest, I thought how much more tantalizing it would feel to have them pierced with nipple rings, the hard metal cold against my warm flesh.

A prolonged coo escaped her lips. "Yesss Master...fuck me...I am yours..." Those were Slave Gabriella's last words as my lips bruised her mouth, claiming her for my own.

THE END 



Captives in Colombia Ch. 06



Final Chapter (Epilogue):

Gaby's perspective...

I opened my thighs for the sadistic FSB commander and rapist who now thrust his cock so hard into my core. My body thrummed with need, though, and the shame that had once coursed through my mind had long since been burned out. 'I'm nothing but a sexy brunette fuck-toy to this awful, heartless shell of a human being'. That's all I could think to myself as the gentle fucking continued, but at least I could be thankful for that much. And for the giant cock inside me, stoking my core. Oh god, when I had I lost control and become this shameless slut? 

Was it when the constant procession of Russian cocks had filled me during the past hour and more? Or was it long before then, when Trisha and her sister and I were first held prisoner by some of Dmitri's subordinates, tormented and fucked until our innocence had been extinguished?

I couldn't remember, but as the bastard finally pulled out of me, pumping his cock hard, the last vestiges of cum sprang from his cock-head and peppered my pubic muff. He left the globs of cum glistening on my intimate curls and kissed me with a satisfied grunt.

"Not bad, bitch...I could feel you getting wet for me and humping me back some. Keep that attitude up, you may live in reasonable comfort until I sell your cute ass."

I licked my lips, nodding like a good slave. "Th-thank you Master. Ca-can this slave ask you something?" I risked looking into his calculating gaze, fearing to see cold, hard glaciers within that fierce face. But in the post-coitus state of bliss, with his cock finally and thoroughly spent, he seemed slightly more relaxed.

"What is it?"

"One of your men told Slave Trisha and I that the birth control pills you give us are placebos. That we could get pregnant. Is this true, Master?"

Dmitri looked at me for a moment, clearly taken aback by my question. He suddenly chuckled, shaking his head as if this were the most amusing question he'd ever been prodded with.

"Slave Gabriella, or shall I call you Gaby? Yes, I think I'll go with Gaby. Slave Gaby, you are my fuck-toy, and as long as you remain interesting to me the birth control pills you receive will remain very real. When I tire of a slut...then she gets the sugar pills...and then, when she's pregnant, well, I don't need to tell you that as a Russian spy raised by a KGB father I know human traffickers around the globe who will pay well for a healthy young pregnant slut. Does this answer your question?"

Terror must have shone on my face because he grinned as I slowly nodded, realization dawning on me about just how sick this Russian fuck truly was.

He took me by the arm and rose from the couch. This muscular Russian with tattoos snaking up both bicep-bulging arms guided me through the maze of corridors in the FSB compound until he came to yet another one of his endlessly huge suites. A stool greeted us near the front door. Its feet were embedded into the marble flooring with drilled nails. I could see the gorgeous young blonde sitting on it, completely naked.

Trisha's tear-streaked face greeted me. I could see that a large, black vibrating artificial cock snaked its way from the seat of the stool, now deeply embedded in Trisha's young pussy. My friend could do little more than squirm because both her wrists were cuffed to either side of her, just underneath the seat, and her ankles were roped tightly underneath her, with more rope looping around her hips to hold them snug. She was one taut, agonized sculpture of prime femininity, as helpless as any woman I'd ever seen.

I looked sadly at her before my downcast eyes studied the marble tiles. 

"You see what escape attempts get you, blonde slut? Just be glad that you did not have to suffer the same ordeal as your brunette friend here! You have much to thank her for. She withstood the torments that you might not have endured with the same fortitude!" Dmitri proclaimed. He then kissed me, long and deep, and my nipples peaked into tiny beads. Oh god, how had the brute developed this effect on me? It was more than shameful. It was a betrayal of my friend, of our horrific predicament as sex toys to this sadistic monster.

I noticed just then that another stool was also embedded in the marble floor just across from Trisha. My eyes widened upon absorbing those awful dimensions – at least 13 inches of semi-hard, resin-molded cock. Wires ran from it to a panel of switches, its various settings evident. 

"Slave Trisha's vibe is set to medium-high. I think we'll set yours to low, Slave Gaby, just to be merciful after your ordeal, yes?" Dmitri laughed as he guided me to my 'throne'. He carefully took off my cuffs. I rubbed my wrists, marveling that the raw, red rings around them had not deteriorated into anything worse. He then tied me to the stool in the same fashion as Trisha, ankles tightly strapped together and wrists tied underneath my seat with a rope to loop them into taut helplessness. Then he slowly guided my cum-soaked, agonizingly sore pussy onto the waiting artificial penis. I took a shuddering breath as it filled me. He pinched my nipples gently and whispered what a brave girl I was. The real tenderness I saw flashing briefly in his eyes confused me. How could even this monster of a man have some semblance of goodness tucked away in his consciousness?

Once I was fully seated on the enormous dildo he gently suckled my left nipple, then my right nipple, his teeth grazing the pink bud as he stroked my clit in sync with the sudden moan wrenched from between my unwilling lips. 'Or were they still unwilling at all?' I wondered.

"Good girl. You sit on that fat cock and enjoy the low burn of that vibe whirring away in your cute pussy all night long while you watch your blonde friend SQUIRM on a dick of her own. I'll be back tomorrow to fuck both of your brains out and give you some good electro shock torture just to remind you what happens to bitches who try to escape from my top secret facility. Understood?" I nodded, groaning as he turned on the vibe impaling my intimate slickness. 

Before leaving he lassoed a few extra lengths of rope around my hips – again copying his bondage of Trisha – so that I could hardly move, merely squirm helplessly on the cock drilling my sore twat. It would be a very long night, and whatever illusions Trisha and I had ever harbored about escaping were fast receding into oblivion. 

'Oh god. We're going to be this twisted bastard's personal fuck-slaves for the rest of our lives!' I thought. What little life remained to us, at least, until he impregnated us and sold us to god knew who! I groaned, my pussy clenching with pleasure around the cock as Dmitri leaned over, stroking my clit and cupping my sex-mound. 

"Maybe I should bestow you with one quick orgasm before I leave you for the night? Do you think Slave Trisha would like that, watching you cum for us? Hmm?"

My hitched breaths couldn't deny the response Dmitri's evil fingers were having on my straining pearl. I banished all other forms of thought, and abandoned myself to the sensations. If I was going to be dealt this awful fate, I might as well embrace what little I could control. 

"Yes, Master, please! Make this slave cum for you!" I groaned and wiggled on that huge cock, his fingers rapidly stroking me to climax, and as my scream rent the air, the plateau of orgasm flooding my sex-crazed brain, I knew that the old Gabriella and the old Trisha were long dead. Two sex-serving sluts would have to take their place, or we would die in this terrible place. Sex and survival; these were the lessons of the new reality that we would need to embrace forever after.

THE END: COMPLETE

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the final chapter in my Captives in Colombia story. 

~GaggedKitty