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Unexpected Vacation

By: gaggedKitty23



The waves lapped at the shore, pummeling the sand with their comforting rhythm as three beautiful bikini-clad women walked along the beach, admiring the nearly vanished sun. 

"I'm so glad you convinced me to come out for this," said the redhead, glancing at the brunette on her left. A Latina with lustrous waves of ebony hair on her right nodded her agreement too.

Cierra shrugged, smoothing her wet brown hair as she tied it into a ponytail. "I knew you would both love this. We all needed a little girlfriends-only time anyway, am I right?" 

Trisha laughed, her long red hair swaying with her self-assured walk, all pale legs and ample breasts barely contained by a turquoise bikini bra. She glanced over at the bar perched near the seaside, the words 'Pirate's Cove' burning in bright neon red in the dying light above the door that led out onto the establishment's back porch. 

"I can't deny that...and I have been going a little stir-crazy with Will on his month-long business gig overseas," Trisha admitted. She glanced at her two best friends in the world. All three were new college graduates and all three were, so far - knock on wood - living out their dreams. It was hard, though, living and working so far apart in different states. Trisha was thankful that Cierra had used this trip as a good excuse to get them all together. It had been over a year since the three girls had seen each other and had some quality time, just the three of them. 

Jalena, taller and perhaps the most exotic looking of the three, gave a not so ladylike snort. 

"You may be going stir-crazy where you are, but I've been enjoying myself just fine in San Diego. You wouldn't believe how pliable the men there can be," she finished with a wink, her bronzed skin and dark hair giving her a forbidding allure. She thrust her lips out with a mock pout, displaying for her two friends just how easy she could use an adorable expression to get her way. 

"Speaking of which," Trisha countered, and gestured towards the back porch of the Pirate's Cove bar where three men had just emerged. All of them sported smart suits, handsome faces, and, from what little Trisha could judge, some impressive muscles hidden underneath all that tight clothing. "Shall we introduce ourselves?"

Cierra gave Trisha a pretend look of shock. "You are more than just naughty, girl. You're downright nasty. What about Will?"

The redhead laughed off the remark about her hard-working boyfriend currently overseas. "What about him? He told me to 'have fun' with my girls, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." Little did all three women know, their 'fun' hadn't even begun...

*****

This couldn't be real! That was all Trisha could think as she pulled at her restraints, wondering where the hell she was. 

She was in a shadow-infested room with bare bulbs providing harsh illumination from above. Cinderblock walls and cement floors created a dungeon-like effect, and it certainly added to it when the naked redhead realized that her wrists were chained behind her head to a tall metal post. Someone had set her ankles in shackles connected to large, rusted-out iron rings entrenched in the cement. She wasn't going anywhere, Trisha knew that much.

The moment her groggy consciousness had reached awareness, Trisha thought 'What did they drug me with?' She remembered being with her friends in Myrtle Beach. Some sexy hunks had started flirting with them, bought them a few drinks, and then everything seemed to blur after that as the evening lingered on.

'Oh god! Is that Jalena?' Trisha looked over, all too aware of the ragged mattress which someone had tossed on the floor not far from her. Two ski mask wearing men, both muscular with abs and pectorals to die for, were pushing a struggling woman forward into the room. She was naked, her large breasts reflecting the harsh lighting of the room. Her raven-black hair swung like a beautiful tapestry against her back. 'Oh my god. It IS her,' Trisha thought.

The taller masked man leered at Trisha briefly, introducing himself.

"Good morning, bitch. Welcome to hell. I'm Razor and this is my friend Killer. But you can call us by the more appropriate term of 'Master.' We're here to train you and your friends...and there's nothing like jumping right in!" He said it with a sadistic glee that made Trisha shudder and gave her heightened awareness to her own nakedness and vulnerability. 

"Let me go!" Jalena shouted. The Latina struggled, but her wrists were cuffed in front of her, and there wasn't much she could do, especially with two muscle-ripped guys manhandling her. Razor attached Jalena's cuffed hands to a chain above her head, and then the big-breasted captive stilled as Killer put a knife to her throat. 

"Don't move, bitch." 

Jalena moaned as Razor immediately knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs open and tongue-diving her exposed snatch. The poor girl's eyes grew wide as saucers as Razor began feasting on her pussy, his tongue lapping and sucking in all the right ways. The brutal man seemed to enjoy every responsive twinge he got from the girl's body, his tongue making lazy, tantalizing strokes around her labia, only to dive deeper into the folds of her cunt and plunge in firm, little thrusts. Jalena's moans were ripped unwillingly from her throat as Razor's cunt-licking steadied to a dependable rhythm. Trisha watched in horror as the one named Killer slowly drew the knife away from Jalena and came over to HER. 

'Oh no...please not this. Let him go back to Jalena.' It felt terrible, wishing that both brutal men would torment her good friend instead of her, but that's exactly how Trisha felt. The redhead gasped as Killer knelt and cupped her full, supple cones, squeezing lightly.

"Mmm. What have we here, slut? A nice pair of titties. I'm going to have so much fun with these." So saying, the stocky but muscular freak walked over to a chest, opened it, and drew out a long, many-tongued whip with at least five different lashes, each tipped with some kind of jagged bead. He came over to Trisha and suddenly - THWACK - the many-tailed whip smacked across her sensitive breasts. Trisha cried out, her naked body straining forward, her hands clenching into fists as the pain washed through her.

"Are you going to be a good little cunt and suck my cock or am I going to need to break you? Hm?" Killer asked.

Trisha looked at the man's elongated cock. It was HUGE - at least 10 inches, and not even fully aroused yet. She shuddered at the thought of that thing down her throat, or anywhere in her body for that matter. She shook her head no. "Get away from me, you sick bastard!" 

But in answer she only got more pain - several more hard whippings across her vulnerable breasts. Her cries shook the room until finally, her voice ragged, she was given a short reprieve. 

The redhead opened her eyes again, focusing on what Killer was doing next - retrieving some other awful toy from his chest of sexual devices. Sure enough, Killer drew out a long, pink vibrator covered with tiny rubber spikes. He poured strawberry-scented lube over the tip before Trisha's very eyes and then proceeded to lean between her legs.

"What are you doing? Stop!!" Trisha screamed. Her plea was useless though, and the muscular captor roughly shoved the vibrator between her exposed pussy lips, tearing a long, pronounced groan from her throat. 

"UUHHHH...PLEASE, take it out! It's too big!" she sobbed. But instead he switched the vibrator to 'On' and then gently began stroking her clit. Meanwhile he leaned forward, his mouth suckling on each of her nipples in turn. 

His tongue laved each of her breasts as he whispered, "Come for me, little whore. I want to see you come on that vibrating cock. Maybe if I give you a little pleasure, you'll be more open to sucking my nasty prick, yes?" Trisha tried to shake her head with a vehement NO, but the arousal coiling through her poor body was unmistakable. The heat surged between her legs as Killer pumped the vibrator up and down, plunging it between her damp heat. His free hand teasingly stroked her joy button, then did little circles of caresses that had her pussy wet and dripping.

'Oh god. How is he doing this to me? This is so wrong,' Trisha thought, her pale body trembling as the arousal in her pussy ramped up even higher. Her breasts ached each time his mouth found one of her nipples, sucking them long and hard into firm little buds. She soon realized that her groans had morphed into moans. Trisha looked aside, aghast at her friend Jalena's changing ordeal.

The raven-haired captive was now moaning right along with her friend, with Razor's tongue eating out a now sopping-wet pussy. Jalena was thrusting her crotch forward onto her captor's tongue, her breasts thrust outward, displaying hardened nipples for all to see.

"I think your friend likes my cunt-sucking skills," Razor murmured between licks, and sure enough, like an abrupt flood the girl convulsed in his face, her cream spewing onto his tongue and lips. The muscular masked man with the serpent tattoo down his back groaned appreciatively, lapping at his slavegirl's cunt juice until he'd swallowed every bit he could. Streams of the strong-smelling nectar dribbled down his chin as he got up, his cock long and hard for her.

"OK, bitch. Now it's time for you to return the favor," he growled at Jalena. Trisha cried out for them to stop, but she might as well have been wishing on stars in a sky that didn't exist. Jalena gasped, her eyes glued to that long, straining penis as Razor pushed her thighs wide and lifted her, preparing to plunge his manhood between her cunt lips.

"You ready, bitch? You think I can fit all 11 inches in that tight cunt of yours?" Jalena shook her head 'No!' but the masked assailant didn't seem to care. He pushed his cock forward with one brutal thrust, impaling her cunt as her hips automatically wrapped around his muscular ass. Jalena's groans filled the room like a steady drumbeat, her grunts matching each pulverizing fuck as she bounced up and down her captor's cock.

"UHHH...You ARE tight, little cunt. Very tight. Mmm. We are going to keep you here and fuck your little brains out, oh yeah!" Razor growled, his hands threading through Jalena's hair as he moved his mouth forward for a bruising kiss. Jalena's grunts were stifled by Razor's tongue as he plundered her mouth and rubbed his chest against her jiggling tits. 

Meanwhile Trisha was reaching a climax of her own, the pink vibrator vanishing rapidly into her moist pussy again and again and again. She looked down, appalled at the dripping-sweet fluid seeping between her legs. 

"That's it," Killer practically purred. "Come for Daddy. Let me see you gush on Daddy's toy! Then I'll fuck you in the ass as a reward." That last statement sent Trisha reeling. The very thought of that sounded so revolting. So brutal. She had had many boyfriends, but none had been anything but vanilla-sex kind of guys. The only boyfriend who had ever even suggested the idea of anal sex Trisha had dropped like a bad habit. 

Now she was captive who knew where, about to experience degrading things that even her imagination would never have thought possible. The naked redhead moaned, biting her lip as the orgasm continued building inside her. Her pussy was on fire now. Her insides were melting, it seemed, replaced by all-encompassing arousal. Her breasts ached with need, topped with those hardened nipples that Killer continued to gently suck and nip at with such devastating effect.

"Please...please let us go," Trisha whimpered. But instead she found herself going into spasms, her pussy clenching and unclenching around the rubbery pink cock as Killer's fingers rubbed their magic against her clitoris. 

"AAAHHHHH!!!" Trisha moaned, her body betraying her. She gushed on the vibrator, soaking it with her juices. Killer slowly pulled the cock out of her pussy, sliding his tongue up and down the length of it to sample her taste.

"Mmm, good little bitch. You taste GOOD. I could get used to licking your cream as a nice dessert snack. Now...where were we? Oh yes, I was about to fuck you in the ass."

"No! Please! I'll do anything, just not that!" Trisha begged. The sudden plea seemed to give her sadistic captor a brilliant idea. He slowly nodded.

"Anything, little cunt? Very well. I'm going to take you at your word on that." He undid Trisha's restraints but quickly re-cuffed her wrists in front of her. Then he thrust the beautiful, buxom redhead on her knees behind Jalena. Trisha looked up in horror, aghast at the sight of her friend's ass cheeks bounding up and down as her pussy sheathed her rapist's cock. 

Jalena was moaning now, and the sound was not entirely devoid of pleasure. The muscular captor named Razor was still fucking her with zeal, his cock impaling her tight pussy in a constant, punishing rhythm. The girl's channel hugged his cock like a velvet haven, squeezing his shaft so deliciously that Razor knew it would not be long before she milked his balls dry.

"AAAhhh, yes. Tighten those cunt muscles around my cock, bitch. I'm going to spew you FULL! Uh...uh...uh..!"

Jalena managed to whimper between his passionate kisses. "Please, Sir! Your cock feels so good, but please don't come inside me. I'm...I'm not on the pill."

"Shut up, whore. Do you think I care?" Razor hissed. He smacked her ass cheek hard with the palm of his hand, making her squirm more on his penis, which just brought more delicious sensations to his cock.

Meanwhile Killer thrust Trisha's head forward into Jalena's buttocks.

"What-what do you want me to do?" Trisha gasped. Killer smacked his many-tailed whip across Trisha's pristine buttocks, making her jump and moan. 

"Get your tongue in there, bitch. I want you alternately licking out your friend's anus and sucking my buddy's balls. Get to work!" 

Trisha was appalled at the request, but the thought of that whip smacking against her smooth skin even one more time compelled her obedience. She just wanted a break from his cruel whip and the pain. The big-breasted redhead knelt forward, her tongue gently flicking into Jalena's anus. 

Luckily her friend had showered or bathed recently. The only smell coming from her friend's cute ass was a soapy, cucumber-like scent. As Trisha flicked her tongue inside the tight opening she felt her friend's body squirm. Whether her friend was sensing her tongue or just squirming from the thorough fucking Razor was giving her, Trisha couldn't be sure.

With a sudden yelp Trisha felt the whip smack across her back. "I said GET TO WORK. I want to see some frenzied licking. None of this slow, soft-porn shit. I want an eager, ass-licking and ball-sucking whore. Either you obey or I get my cock lubed up to go into your precious ass. Which is it going to be?" Killer shouted. At those threatening words Trisha went into overdrive.

The gorgeous redhead licked feverishly at Jalena's anus. When her big-breasted Latina friend moaned and wiggled her ass, Trisha knew that her tongue was truly having an effect. She kept up the pace, her tongue darting furiously into the tight opening until her friend actually seemed to come from the double penetration stimulation. Trisha felt Jalena's orgasm as the girl flailed, her moans stifled with Razor's lips still bruising her cute mouth. 

"Damn, this one is so responsive. I'm going to love making her our sex slave," Razor growled, his cock driving up into her with ease now, coated amply with her pussy juice and his own pre-cum. Razor reached down and around, clasping the back of Trisha's head. 

"Suck my balls, cute cunt. If you do a good enough job, when I come I might let you drink my seed!" Trisha gasped as she found a pair of sweaty balls suddenly rubbing against her lips. She willingly opened her mouth, her tongue fondling the man's testicles as Killer too urged her on.

"That's it, redhead slut. Massage my friend's balls with your cute mouth." Trisha took the folds of skin between her lips, gently massaging them with her tongue before licking up and down the testicles as they shook and swayed with the force of Razor's constant fucks. Suddenly Trisha felt something prodding at her pussy, and she stiffened as Killer gently pushed his cock-head into her lovemaking hole. 

"Oh!" Trisha cried, her body trying to accommodate the tremendous length and thick girth of Killer's penis. He slowly started a rhythm. His hands helpfully spreading her ass cheeks as he watched himself disappear inside her welcoming slit. 

"This is your reward, bitch. I'll fuck your pussy for now," he grunted, his cock seesawing back and forth as he filled her. Trisha managed an agonized groan as he stretched her out, making her pussy take in all of his 11-inch penis. Trisha's groans deepened as she forced herself to keep sucking on Razor's testicles...

"Uhhh. We've got a fine little redhead sandwich going here, don't we brother?" Razor sighed with delight. Killer gave him a thumbs up. 

"Fuck yeah, my brother. Her pussy's nice and tight too. We should swap pussies and compare notes - see which is TIGHTER," Killer taunted. 

Razor's response was cut off by the orgasm that seemed to overwhelm him from nowhere. Suddenly the tall, ski-mask wearing captor slammed his cock deep up into Jalena's twat, erupting a geyser of seed as he nipped at her neck.

"No! Don't! AaahhH!" Jalena cried out, feeling his sticky jism fill up her insides and realizing that she might get pregnant. Her body hung in shame and defeat as Razor pulled out his softening prick and pointed to Trisha.

"Now get your tongue in there and lick up all my cum as it seeps from you friend's fuck-hole!

Trisha found herself obeying as Killer gripped the nape of her neck and thrust her face under Jalena's pussy. She turned her head upward, tasting salty, tangy globs of oozing cum as her tongue began to lick at the folds of her friend's despoiled sex. 'I can't believe I'm doing this!' Trisha thought. She couldn't believe how strong and salty the cum tasted in her mouth as she lapped greedily at Jalena's pussy. Traces of Jalena's cream also colored her palate, somewhat mitigating the more overpowering male flavor. There had to be a way out of this nightmare. 

"Okay, sluts. Look, we've brought you a few more friends," Razor said, motioning to two new men who had just entered the room with a struggling and very naked brunette. 

"Cierra!" Jalena and Trisha cried out almost in unison. Cierra was the other girlfriend who had been with them at Myrtle Beach. 

'Oh no! Oh god!' Trisha panicked. She had hoped that Cierra had somehow been okay, that maybe she'd notified the authorities about them being kidnapped. When she hadn't seen Cierra, it had been heartening and made her hold out hope. Now it came crashing down. 

"Gary, Shane, welcome to the party guys!" Razor said brightly. He cupped Jalena's chin and brought her hanging head up to meet his gaze. 

"Did you enjoy our little fuck, slave girl? We need to come up with a good slave name for you," he said with a laugh. 

Jalena could only groan. "Please...let me go! You've fucked me and had your way with me. I'll tell no one, I swear, if you'll just let me go!" she pleaded. 

But Razor laughed and pointed to Shane. "You want to have a go with this one? Her pussy's nice and lubed up with my first load of jism. She could use another, though." 

The muscular Shane, who was pale-skinned with shaggy dark hair and deep, midnight eyes, turned his lips upward in a smile that was both cheery and cruel. 

"Sure, why not?" He stepped forward, positioning his cock as Jalena's eyes opened, accompanied by a plaintive moan. 

"No, sir. Please, I'm sore!" she protested. But soon Jalena's legs were wrapped around the hips of her second rapist, his cock spearing upwards into her core. Shane's hands stroked her back as he fucked her hard, her cute ass cheeks bouncing up and down as her young pussy felt the fullness of its second cock of the night. 


Unexpected Vacation Ch. 02



The beautiful redhead, her breasts large and supple, moaned as Master Razor finished his passionate kiss. Trisha sat on his cock, but her ankles were loosely tied to ringlets in the floor and her hands were chained to support bars on either side of the stool. The slender, pale skinned captive could only groan as Razor suddenly grabbed her by the nape of the neck and thrust her head forward into the table, plunging his cock into her from behind with brutal thrusts. 

"Ahh. Please Master. You don't have to do this. I'll fuck you..." Trisha protested. Her wrists and ankles felt a harsh chafing as the ankle ropes and wrist chains strained tautly to their limits. But her Master just growled at her.

"Shut up and take this cock up your worthless snatch, little whore. Look at the live video and watch what's happening to your friends." As Razor pressed her face sideways into the coldness of the stainless steel table, Trisha had no choice but to look at the 50 inch monitor which showed all the action in the other dungeon chamber.

A gorgeous Latina, her sun-kissed skin the exact opposite of Trisha's creamy lightness, was hanging chained by her wrists, her pussy horribly impaled on another captor by the name of Shane. Shane was a tall, muscular sort with a shaved head and merciless eyes the color of smoke. They bored into the Latina's frightened face as he fucked her, the girl's hardened nipples rubbing against his chest with each pulverizing thrust. 

Unfortunately there was audio too, and Trisha watched and listened as Master Shane shouted at her friend, Jalena.

"Come on, bitch. Come hard on your Master's cock! You've only had one bellyful of jism spewed up that tight cunt. I'm getting ready to give you the refill of a lifetime." Jalena shook her head in protest, but her arousal was more than obvious. Her tormentor captured each nipple of her aching breasts between his lips, nipping at them as he cupped her ass cheeks, and then fondled and mauled her in a dozen different places. Her unwilling moans intensified as Shane pulled his cock part-way out of her, fondling her clit with his forefinger for a few tantalizing seconds before plunging himself once again into her warmth. 

'Poor Jalena. These men are monsters,' Trisha thought. She swiveled her gaze to look at the other suspended monitor. Her friend Cierra's treatment was no better. In fact, it was worse. Master Gary had her spread-eagled to the table still. He was fucking her hard now, but he had added nipple clamps to her sensitive breasts. His large hands held her by the shoulders as he moved powerfully through her prone body, the smack of each thrust echoing loudly in the room.

"Please, take them off!" Cierra wailed. The light-skinned brunette begged and begged, but her captor did nothing but fuck her with animalistic zeal until at last, with a roar that would've made a lion envious, he came in a flood of lust. Cierra's pitiful groan was soon joined by Jalena. Master Shane's ministrations had reached a critical point, and he bit down hard on one of her nipples - though not hard enough to draw blood - as his cock went rigid inside her, spilling its geyser of seed. 

Trisha watched with agony as her two best friends had their pussies raped hard, despoiled with her as the unwilling witness. She'd never felt so degraded...so helpless. And yet, part of her refused to give up despite the hellish place she'd been dragged to. The redhead realized that her mouth was half open in a wordless moan, her body responding, especially down there in her intimate core, to Master Razor's brutal penetrations. 

Master Razor glanced over to the monitors, which showed both Shane and Gary removing their captives only temporarily from the restraints and hustling them out of the other dungeon chamber. 

"It won't be long now, slave girl. Soon my fellow dominants will bring your friends here, and when they DO you can fulfill what you promised me."

Promised him? What was he talking about? Trisha wondered for a second. Her brain had been so distracted by the horror of watching her friends' ordeals, that she forgot her bargain with the devil. She'd agreed to lick out her friends' cunts if Razor would just spare her ass from being fucked. 'Oh god what have I agreed to?' she cringed inside. 

Sure enough, soon the dungeon door - and there seemed to be only one entrance and exit to this room of concrete floors, plain white throw rugs, and cinderblock walls - burst open. Trisha managed to turn her head and look at her two friends even as Razor still had his hand on her neck, pressing her face into the shiny tabletop. 

"Welcome to the party, little cunts!" Razor said with a laugh. Gary and Shane shoved the two girls to their knees, their wrists cuffed behind their backs. Then the two left as quickly as they'd come, but the other brutal captor, Killer, had returned from wherever he had been and seemed all too eager to pick up where they had left off. 

"Well, well. Look at that - two abused pussies dripping nasty cum. There are few sights more beautiful, right ladies?" Killer was wiry and less obviously muscled than Razor. It was like comparing a snowboarder to a football player. Razor had the obvious strength, but Killer's grace and movements told of someone just as physically sure of himself. It meant that the questioning look passing between Cierra and Jalena - which probably was code for 'Can we both take him?' was quickly discarded as impossible. Two girls, however desperate, were not about to overpower a single man of his strength, especially with their wrists bound behind them. 

Killer put one hand on each girl's head, looking down on them like a smiling benefactor. Trisha could not miss seeing the cum oozing from Jalena's and Cierra's pussies. Streams of the nasty gunk even clung to the insides of each girl's thighs. 

"Look at these messy cunts. They need a good and thorough cleaning. Maybe I should take them to the shower," Killer mused. 

"No...not yet!" Razor growled as his cock once again vanished into Trisha's tight, wet heat. Trisha's moans blossomed, her body convulsing on his cock as the orgasm took her by surprise. Her back arched, her nipples pebbling as lust raced through her loins. The world fell away. Her body felt nothing but blessed satisfaction, at least for a second. Then too soon it was gone, replaced by the protestations of her over-sensitive pussy as Razor continued to slam his cock forward like a battering ram into her softness. 

"Okay bitch. Time to make good on your promise. We've got some cum-messy pussies for you to clean. Let's make that mouth useful for a change," he hissed. As he said it, he pulled out of Trisha just long enough to turn her face around. His cock sprayed its spooge all over Trisha's face. She had to close her eyes as it coated her eyelids, nose, and cheeks, further streams sliding down her jaw and chin. 

'Uuhhhh...this man's sick,' Trisha thought. She'd hoped that he felt some fondness for her, even as brutal as he was. Now she couldn't be sure of even that much. 

Trisha shook her head defiantly, surprised at her sudden courage. "Leave me alone you bastard! I won't do it! You can't make me!" Trisha's eyes opened right as Razor's hand came in for a resounding slap across her face. It sounded worse than it was. It was not strong enough to leave a mark, but it did leave a lasting sting. 

"Really? I can't, can I? What do you think, brother? Shall we put her words to the test?" Razor asked his companion. Killer's small smile was beyond wicked. 

"I think we SHALL." Killer strode over to a chest of 'toys' - if by toys one could mean sadistic tools of sexual torment - and he took out a device Trisha wasn't familiar with. Even as she looked at the electrodes, attached to clips, with wiring attaching them to some kind of battery, Trisha gasped. Razor had re-attached the giant vibrator to the chair, setting it firmly in place by wrapping duct tape around its base, which flared outward. Then he positioned the redhead over it before pushing down on the redhead's slim shoulders, satisfied when her body went rigid, completely filled by the artificial cock. He turned the setting up to high as she squirmed, bit her lip, and groaned. 

"Fine, bitch. Don't want to be cooperative? We can MAKE you cooperative."

"No, stop this. You can't!" Trisha half sobbed, suddenly all too aware of the clips being attached to her nipples. Two sharp stabs of pain shot through her cones, radiating to her core. Then she realized that it wasn't just the pain of the clamps squeezing vicelike around her nipples. There were burning sensations rippling through her torso as Killer turned the dial up on his battery, sending shocks directly to her tits. 

Trisha screamed as Razor thrust a cock-and-ball-gag into her throat. The rubberized shaft filled to the back of her throat. She had no choice but to drool and groan as he secured it to the back of her head before standing back to watch. 

Razor turned to his colleague. "How long do you think she'll last?"

"Five minutes, give or take." Trisha couldn't believe this. These twisted bastards were shocking her and enjoying watching her squirm in pain! The redhead shouted at them through her gag, cursing them. 

"FKK UU!! FKK UU!!" she screamed, trying to convert her pain into rage. But that only made Killer turn the dial up further. And then he did something even crueler. He took a third electrode, attaching it from the battery and then pressing the clip around the pearled nub of her clitoris. 

Trisha's eye flared wide open - wider than she thought possible - as a burning throb jolted her very core, making her cunt muscles lose control. 

"Aahh. Look at this little filly. She's gone and pissed herself," Razor said with a tone of disappointment. He nodded at Killer, who turned the electroshock device off just long enough for Razor to get a washcloth with soap. He proceeded to wipe down the stool where Trisha still sat on the vibrator, enjoying a very brief respite from the pain. 

As he cleaned up her 'accident,' the brutal captor looked into her eyes - vivid blue eyes which were filled with equal parts hatred and pleading hope. 

"Well, bitch? Are we going to see you lick some pussy now or does my friend need to up the shock to your cunt and tits?" 

After a moment of hesitation Trisha shook her head in one last defiant 'NO!' Razor shrugged and nodded to his colleague. Killer turned up the juice again, the shocks slamming into her breasts and pussy with a vengeance. Trisha writhed and screamed on the stool, her nipples feeling like they would catch fire. Her pussy's uncontrollable spasms matched the shocks coursing through her poor body, until at last - she couldn't remember when - she mercifully blacked out. 

*****

Trisha tried to open her eyes, but there was a blindfold around her head. Her body shivered as if someone had dumped cold water over her nakedness. Wait, someone had. She moved her head right and left, trying to sense if anyone was there. The silence was killing her. The not knowing was a torment she couldn't stand. The gag was still thrust in her mouth, tightly secured to her beautiful face. Where was Jalena? Cierra? Were her friends even in one piece still? Or had these sadistic freaks done even worse things to them?

All these thoughts and more whirled in Trisha's mind as she tried to cope with the nightmare. Then she heard a set of footsteps. 

She heard moaning, then. The wet sounds of slurps and sucks. 

Master Razor's laugh shook the room suddenly. "Ahh, it looks like our little fiery rebel has awakened. Do you hear that sound, redhead slut? That's the sound of your Latina friend licking out Slave Cierra's pussy. We thought we'd wake you so that you could enjoy the show."

Abruptly she felt the blindfold yanked down to her neck. Trisha's eyes went wide as she took in the sight: Jalena, her anus filled by Killer's cock, as she sat on her rapist's lap on the floor, bouncing up and down while Cierra stood in front of her. Cierra's well-shaved pussy was right in front of Jalena's agonized face, and the Latina had her mouth pressed into Cierra's slit, licking and slurping wildly. 

Cierra's hands were still cuffed behind her back, and she just stood there, shame painting her face every hue of red. The brunette's heavy breathing was impossible to miss. Cierra's body sang with desire, her juices dripping onto Jalena's tongue. Razor stood just behind Cierra, a handgun pressed against the side of her face. 

"Don't forget, we agreed to let your Latina friend out of her cuffs only if she was willing to lick your pussy. You better hope, for your sake, that she doesn't try anything or renege on our agreement." 

"No...no Master, she won't," Cierra murmured. The look Trisha and Cierra briefly exchanged said it all. They wanted to help each other, but of course they couldn't...not now. Not until the time was right. 

Trisha looked at the electrodes still attached to her body - her breasts, her cunt - and she couldn't help but shiver. Her throat was parched. She could barely speak, but she had to try. 

"Please, Masters. I'll...I'll do whatever you want," was what Trisha wanted to say, but instead it came out as "PLSS MSSTRRS! LL...DDU...WHTR...UUH...WNT!" What she said came out in a garbled wheeze, and a barely audible one at that. It seemed they got the gist of it, though. Razor came over toward Trisha, and she watched very carefully when he set the gun down on a table against the far wall. He then came close to her, holding her chin and stroking Trisha's bottom lip with his thumb as he took the gag out, letting it dangle at her neck along with the blindfold.

"Have you learned your lesson, slave?"

"Yes, Master! This slave has," she whimpered. "Please, let me please you." What else was she going to say? "Please, may I have some water though first?"

Trisha looked submissively at the floor, waiting for a slap that never came. She heard footsteps, and then his quick return. He held a glass of water to her lips. Ice cubes clinked against the insides of the glass. The cool liquid was like a healing balm as it slid down her throat. 'This is too insane,' she thought. 'One moment this guy's a sadistic freak, the next moment he's being almost nice to me.' She didn't know what to think at this point, but she did know that it was impossible to blot out everything else going on in the room.

Razor glanced over at Killer, who was having the time of his life. Killer's hands cradled the underside of Jalena's hips, helpfully lifting and impaling. Her tight anal muscles were pressing around his cock each time he fucked her. His commands were anything but gentle.

"That's it, bitch. Squeeze like you're taking a crap. Squeeze those muscles around my prick." Jalena's moans rose an octave when Killer cupped the undersides of her breasts, squeezing them and providing extra buoyancy. He nodded at Shane, who came over with a sanitized needle and proceeded to pierce both of the sexy Latina's nipples. Jalena's moans turned into screams as blood streamed down her breasts. Jalena was whimpering, tears scalding her face while Shane inserted two golden hoops, one to dangle on each perfectly curved breast. 

"Does my big-titted slave like her new jewelry?" Killer teased as Shane wiped away the last traces of blood with a sanitizing cloth and stepped back. Jalena could only moan, her breasts now throbbing with pain as her tongue laved between the folds of Cierra's cunt. Judging from Cierra's quickened breaths and the juices trickling...no, practically gushing into Jalena's mouth, her orgasm wouldn't be long in coming.

Seeing Jalena's predicament, for a second Trisha didn't know which was worse. But then the fresh memory of the shock to her poor tits and pussy reared in her mind, and she tried to hold back desperate tears. 

"Thank you for the water, Master. Please, I'll do anything for you! Anything at all!" she begged, fully succumbing. 

"Anything?" Razor asked. "Very well." Trisha let out a relieved breath when Razor took off the clip attached to her clitoris and then removed the nipple clips. Next he wiped her down with a towel, drying off the cold water they'd poured over her head to wake her up. Last though by no means least, Razor undid her manacles and freed her ankles.

'Is this my chance?' Trisha wondered. She glanced over at the gun, but her limbs wouldn't work properly. They'd been bound in the same position for too long. Her stiff legs screamed in protest and her arms felt like leaden weights. She gasped as Gary laid down beside his colleague, Killer. Master Gary was muscular, but he was also a little on the fat side and the least handsome of the bunch. Still, his cock was something to behold - taller and wider than all the others. 

"You think you can handle a bigger cock?" Razor purred in her ear. 

"Y-yes Master," Trisha replied, the fear written all over her face. It felt so good to have her hands and feet finally free. She would do anything to keep them that way. Anything to keep her options open, and wait for that opportunity...

"Okay then," Razor prodded, smacking her on the ass as she yelped. "Hop on and get grinding next to your girlfriend."

Reluctantly, gingerly, Trisha prepared to mount that enormous, bulbous-headed specimen of male lust. Gary's harsh, stubble-shadowed face seemed to bore into her, demanding total submission. 

"What's the hold-up, cunt? Get your pussy busted, and do it quick!" he growled. Trisha nodded, but first dared to lean over, licking up and down the shaft to make it wet. She didn't want it to hurt her as it went inside her. Although her pussy was still slick from the vibrator's ministrations, it was also incredibly sore. She finished slurping up his shaft, twirling her tongue around its tip to Master Gary's delighted moan. 

His hands fisted in her scarlet hair, encouraging her mouth down for an encore. Soon she was gurgling like a shameless whore, the cock rippling against the inside of her cheek. Finally, when he allowed her to come up for air, strings of pre-cum oozed from her lips. 

"I think my Kraken-pole is ready for the main event now, slut. Plunge that tight, wet pussy onto some decent cock!" Gary hissed. 

"Yes Master! I'll be a good little slut," Trisha sighed, hoping to please him. He was, after all, one of the most brutal of them. She still remembered how he'd tormented Cierra by dropping hot wax onto her tits and belly. 

Trisha looked down at what might as well have been named the cock of "Doom." His elongated prick was ready for her all right. She pushed her labia past the tip, then sank down slowly, one finger's width at a time. At any moment the pretty redhead expected Gary to grab her hips and brutally force her the rest of the way down. To her surprise, though, the slightly overweight captor seemed to enjoy the slow, tantalizing impalement of her sex even better. His heavy-lidded gaze fixated on her pussy, watching until she had joined herself fully to him. Her graceful hands rested against his obscenely huge biceps, grasping for purchase as she began to ride his thick cock. 

"Uhh...Mmm..." Trisha sighed. She had to admit, as long as she could dictate a measured rhythm, the man wasn't such a bad fuck. Looking down into his eyes, though, she saw hunger there, lust there. Definitely no gentleness. And definitely no mercy.

Master Gary's hands reached out as he snapped his fingers. "Shane, where's my whip?" 

"Coming right up, brother." Trisha gasped as Shane handed him a three tongued whip, its nylon threads deceptively mild-looking until one saw the studded ends. The sharp knots near each end stung as Master Gary slapped it across Trisha's chest. She yelped, her breasts momentarily scalded by the tips' bite. Her cheeks flushed as she ground faster on him, hoping to please him.




Unexpected Vacation Ch. 02



"You can do better than that, bitch! I want you riding my cock like a whore on a stallion. None of this love-dovey soft shit. Really grind that pussy and fuck yourself to death. That's it. That's more like it."

He began to encourage her as she flung her hips back and forth, slurping up his cock with her snug sheath again and again and again. The quick rhythm finally satisfied him, though he felt the need to occasionally smack the whip across her chest again just to keep her attuned to his needs. Trisha's moans became a constant cadence in the dungeon room. Soon the squelchy sounds of her pussy fulfilling its sole purpose filled the room.

Meanwhile Jalena's sore anus was milking Killer's testicles towards an explosive finish. The wiry dominant threaded a finger between each of Jalena's brand new nipple rings, tugging gently on them as he came deep in her ass. 

"AAAEEEHHH!!" Jalena moaned. Even that gentle tug on her nipple rings sent new waves of scorching pain through her young breasts. The girl kept eating her friend's snatch though, fearful of what might happen if she did anything other than completely obey. Jalena could feel the hot jism seep out of her ruined ass when Killer's cock flopped free, but her ordeal wasn't over.

Cierra provided a new distraction for Jalena, an orgasm finally ripping through her core with such violence that she spurted in her friend's face. Jalena's moans were followed by a sputtered gasp, her face coming away sticky with Cierra's pungent fluids. The brunette looked down at her brutalized friend with shame, her legs trembling from her just-completed climax. 

"Jalena...I'm so sorry," Cierra murmured, looking away as Shane enfolded her in his arms from behind. 

"SSSHHH, baby. Don't be sorry. You just did GOOD. Coming in your friend's face like that. Such a well-trained little slut you're going to be." Master Shane looked down at Jalena and then knelt between her legs, his tongue flicking against her clitoris. Without thinking the busty Latina reached out her hands to Master Shane's shaved head, stroking his skull as he began to nibble, suck, and stroke her clit with a skillful tongue. 

"Poor ass-raped girl deserves a little love, doesn't she?" Shane whispered. His hands reached up, fingers threading through the nipple rings just as Killer's had done earlier. Jalena leaned back against Killer's chest, her agonized sighs threatening to reach a groaning apex as Shane ever so gently tugged on the nipple rings. The intermingling pain and pleasure somehow set Jalena off. She ground her crotch forward into her tormentor's face, her mouth slack with desire as her eyes rolled up into her head. 

"Tell me what you want, bitch! Tell me now or we'll find a new cock to ream your ass!" Shane growled. 

Jalena slowly snapped herself back to attention, delirium still gripping her, though, as the arousal built in her core. "Please...yes, Master. Lick my pussy. Ooohhh god, my ass. It burns," she complained, but her words trailed off into wordless thank-you-like moans as Shane nibbled and tenderly slurped at her joy bundle. His continuous attentions soon had her bucking again and again and again, her nipples erect despite the rings now glinting atop her breasts. 

"MMmmm. You taste wonderful, slave. You remind me of a sweet, delicious peach," Shane purred, his tongue battering her sensitive joy-nub harder, more rapidly, his teeth grazing her sensitive clit in all the best ways.

"Yes, Master. Thank you Master," Jalena crooned, her bronzed body trembling all over as the orgasm mounted inside her like floodwaters about to smash through a dam. Trisha looked over, her eyes glued to the scene, when suddenly a cell phone vibrated on the nearby table. Master Razor grabbed it, a smile sweeping across his face - one that was every bit as sadistic as usual. 

"It's for you, redhead cunt. I think you'll find the conversation very...enlightening." 

Enlightening? What the hell did he mean? That was all Trisha could think as Razor handed her the phone. Now things had become truly surreal, or fucked-up - take your pick. She was still grinding her pussy on top of Master Gary's cock, feeling every inch of his throbbing manhood pummeling the walls of her cunt as she put the phone to her ear.

"Uhh. Hello?..."

"Hi, baby. Are you having a good vacation?" Oh god. It was Will's voice. Trisha's heart leapt when she heard her boyfriend on the other end of the phone. 

"Please, Will. You've got to help me. These men are holding me captive! They've taken Cierra and Jalena too! They're raping us!" she cried. And yet, even as she said the words, they lacked urgency. Her body seemed to blossom with the lust now thrumming through her veins. She slammed her cunt back downward, encasing Gary's penis. The word 'traitor' could definitely be applied to her dripping sex, at least that's what her subconscious told her.

"You sound like you're enjoying yourself. Either way, though, I'm thinking you sowed your own seeds on this one, sweetie." 

"Will? What are you talking about? Uhhh. Please help!"

"Why would I help you now? I've always been curious, Trish, and now you've answered my one big question."

"Curious?" Trisha felt as if Will was speaking a foreign language. Why was Will acting so damn weird?

"Yes, curious. I hired three men to offer you and your friends their male attentions. Now I thought to myself, hey, if Trisha is truly my girlfriend, she won't stray. She won't flirt. She'll be true to me. She wouldn't cheat on me. That's what I told myself."

Trisha's heart sank as the silence grew heavy between them for several heartbeats. 

"Guess I was wrong, wasn't I? You flirted with Shane and took him back to your hotel room before he drugged you. You bitch! You were up for a one night stand with any handsome stud who happened to fit your needs, am I right?" Trisha gasped. The fact that it was true made her cheeks burn crimson. Luckily Will couldn't see the telltale evidence, but it didn't matter. He already had proof enough of how unfaithful she'd been.

"Those men...you hired them?" Trisha's outraged words were interrupted with a yelp as Gary's whip slammed across her sensitive tits. She writhed for a moment, her pussy gripping Gary's cock hard as her muscles clenched. 

"You sick bastard. You set me up!" Trisha cried.

"You have only yourself to blame, Trish. If you'd just been faithful to me, none of this would have happened. In fact, if your two best friends hadn't ENCOURAGED you to flaunt your sexuality and sleep around on me, I might have left them out of this. Now, though...well, now I've only got one thing left to say. You've made your bed. Now you get to sleep in it."

"Will, you can't do this. I promise not to tell, just tell them to let us go!" 

"Goodbye Trish."

"No! Will, wait!"

Trisha felt like she'd just swallowed a stone as he hung up on her. The phone fell from her trembling fingers as Gary's hands came up to cup her creamy cones. 

"Well, bitch? Did you have fun talking to our 'client'? Lucky for us you fell for the bait and proved to be so unworthy of him, eh? You chose to act like a whore, so now you'll get the life you so richly deserve, cunt. The life of a sex slave."

The beautiful redhead shook her head, pleading for mercy as Gary put the whip down and put his hands on her shoulders, leaning her forward for a voracious kiss. With his tongue plundering her mouth, she felt his cock twitch inside her, exploding in her heat. Soon his hot liquid filled her snatch, seeping from the seal of her cunt lips. 'Ohh god. They'll never let us go,' she thought.

Trisha looked over at her friend Jalena. The girl was writhing as a climax ripped through her cunt, her juices flowing into Shane's mouth as the man grunted with satisfaction. Killer whispered in Jalena's ear. "Yes, bitch. Come for your Master. Let him lick up your sweet juices, you shameless little WHORE. That's my girl." The dark-haired Latina shuddered and clenched, her pussy out of control as she gushed in Shane's face with a double orgasm already following the first. All sense of propriety was gone. Guilt soon replaced her earlier horror, and then Jalena went limp in Killer's arms. 

The redhead looked at her two friends, both seemingly as shameless as she. But determination fought in her, stronger than ever. She would make Will pay for entrapping her, hiring these men to seduce and abduct her and the people she cared about. Trisha crooned, faking an orgasm as she writhed on top of her tormentor's softening prick - and it wasn't hard, given how aroused her cunt now felt. She slid off of him, panting harder than she needed.

"Master, thank you for fucking me. I love your magnificent cock," she sighed. 

"Is that so? Did you hear that, Gary?" Razor's voice came from behind her. Trisha saw her chance and took it. She lunged past Razor, scrabbling for the handgun on the table. Her fingers closed around the grip, whipping it around as she whirled to face Razor. He was quick, though, and he had his iron-clad fingers around her wrist, squeezing tightly as she dropped the gun with a yelp of pain.

"Tsk tsk. That wasn't very nice. I guess we need to increase your training." Trisha closed her eyes as Razor's hands tightened around her wrists, as good as any pair of steel cuffs. She tried to pull away, but it was useless. She whimpered, then moaned as Razor sucked on each of her nipples. 

"Just for that, I think I'm going to adorn these with the most beautiful nipple rings. What do you think guys? Shall we go with hoops of silver or gold?" Trisha knew then that her life of captivity was just beginning. One thing she didn't know, though.

Would it ever end?

"Bring over the needle, Shane." 

"Please Master, don't! I'll be good from now on. I will!" she whimpered. Trisha blurted another apology and sank to her knees. Her mouth closed around his cock, her tongue cradling his manhood as she sucked him and unobtrusively reached for where the handgun had fallen...

He kicked the gun away with his foot, well aware of where that ploy had been headed. 

"Clever girl. Uhhh. I'm afraid your cock-sucking skills won't save you though."

Shane approached with a diabolical grin. "Time for your first nipple-piercing, slut."

"I don't think so." Suddenly this heavy, formal voice invaded the room. "Take them to the baths and leave them. You are not to touch or mar them any more than you already have, fools!"

Trisha turned, feeling hope for the first time. Who was this stranger who had just saved her breasts from awful abuse? She looked and saw a man who had to be in his early to mid 30s, square-jawed and handsome, at least in a rugged way. 'If he'd starred in a Lord of the Rings movie he would've made a decent Aragorn,' she realized, appalled and wondering where THAT thought had come from. 

He wore a leather jacket and jeans, but the casual dress didn't hide his disciplined demeanor. Clearly, whoever he was, he was IN CHARGE. The men in the room didn't meet his gaze, only grumbled and reluctantly did as he asked. Trisha, Cierra and Jalena had their wrists cuffed front of them in leather bracelets which were blessedly less chafing than most of the earlier restraints. They were led down the maze of corridors in bare feet. The cold concrete froze against their every step. The chill seemed to course up each girl's naked body like the phantom caresses of an evil ghost.

It took what seemed an eternity and an eon, until three or four staircases later they were in a palatial-looking bathroom. The walls were covered with fine murals, paintings. A giant hot tub, large enough to seat 12 comfortably, dominated the center of the room, surrounded by white porcelain tiles. The tub was already half filled. Intoxicating scents of jasmine and strawberry wafted up from the foamy water.

After their cruel tormentors left, only the one man remained. But who was he?

"Sit, ladies. Soak a little and enjoy yourselves." He swept his hand out in a grand gesture. Reluctantly Trisha set foot in the tub. The scalding water swallowed her up in the best kind of hug as she sank down on the middle stone step, splashing water up to her face to wash away the grime of sticky-dried cum. The water was high enough to cover her sex, if not her breasts. She tried to not feel self-conscious as she sat half-exposed in the presence of a man who clearly had some kind of authority here.

Jalena and Cierra took seats beside her. Poor Jalena sank down lower until the soapy water covered her nipple-ring adorned breasts, sagging with relief. 

"I have to apologize for my men. They are difficult to control...and their punishment for what was done to you, Slave Jalena, will be severe," Mr. Big Shot said simply. 

"Please let us go," Jalena replied. "That will be apology enough." Trisha glanced over at her friend, a little surprised at her boldness. The redhead was wary of being so bold, especially after all that had happened...although this man did seem like a different kind of animal. More pliable perhaps?

"My name is Mr. Lucas, but you can call me Master." Mr. Lucas gave each of the girls a steady stare, and Trisha knew right then that he wasn't about to let them go.

"What are you going to do with us?" she blurted, unable to hold back given the fear warring with curiosity inside her. 

"We have some buyers who will be here shortly to see you," Mr. Lucas replied matter-of-factly. The man proceeded to strip until he was gloriously naked. His abdominals seemed divinely sculpted, though in that moment it was hard for Trisha and her friends to notice because they were too busy sputtering in shock.

"Buyers?" Cierra squeaked.

"Yes," Mr. Lucas replied, sitting down across from the girls. His feet rested on the top step, and he sat on the edge of the tub so that his hard, hungry cock hung in full view. 

"I like to show my buyers the wares in this more relaxed setting. It does no good to permanently harm the merchandise, and I thought you might feel more comfortable here than in the dungeon rooms." 

'Did he just refer to us as 'wares' as if we were sex-meat to be sold'? Trisha asked herself.

Trisha tried to process the man's information. Jalena gave a startled look of recognition, soon followed by resignation. Slowly she waded over to the apparent CEO of this sex slave smuggling ring. 

The naked Latina cautiously put her cuffed hands against the base of his cock, gripping him gently. "If we please you, Master, will you keep us?" she begged, her hands pumping up and down. Mr. Lucas forced his mouth into a grim line, but the surging lust in his loins was impossible for him to hide. Still, he managed to steel his gaze and keep his body rigid even as Jalena gently smothered his cock-head in her mouth, sucking deeply as if it contained the most precious nectar. 

"This room is locked from the outside, and the security measures I have installed here are very thorough, ladies. If you try something, it will only lead to tragedy. Remember that." He sighed as Jalena's nipple-ringed breasts rubbed softly against his knees each time her head rose and fell, her mouth folded around his thick cock. 

"As for your...ahh, question," Mr. Lucas continued, revealing the first kink in his disciplined façade, "it is highly unusual for me to keep high-quality merchandise. You girls will fetch top dollar. I'm afraid I don't have a very good financial incentive to keep the best wares for myself...ahhh..." he trailed off. Jalena was really impaling her mouth now. Her naked body had established a rhythm, her torso bobbing up and down as she desperately tried to please the man who controlled their fate.

Cierra had now waded over beside Jalena. She leaned underneath, flicking her tongue at his scrotum, then taking that scrotum deep into her mouth and massaging it with her tongue.

"Ladies, please...although I can't deny that your attentions are persuasive, I'm afraid it will get you nowhere."

"Are you sure?" Trisha said, her smile coy. She stepped out of the tub, subtly looking for any tool, weapon, anything - that might help them escape. She knelt down beside him, her glorious figure definitely enhanced by the sheen of wetness across her beautifully curved breasts, hips, and thighs. She widened her stance so that Mr. Lucas got a full view of her exposed slit. Then she leaned over, waiting for Jalena's mouth to pop clear of him before smothering it with her own. 

Just to tantalize him, Trisha reached between her own legs and began rubbing herself in time to her sucking. Mr. Lucas used his hands to spread back her lush, scarlet hair, keeping it free of her face as her cute mouth pressed around his manhood, pumping up and down, almost worshipful.

At long last Trisha came up for precious oxygen. His slimy goo clung to her lips. She seductively wiped the cum away with an index finger before sucking on that same finger with slow, deliberate slurps. Mr. Lucas' heart rate seemed to have sped up considerably. He tried to make a sound, but no words came out. Jalena had already replaced Trisha, her mouth resuming its cock-sucking duties. 

Then, without warning, Cierra pushed Jalena out of the way and quickly mounted him. The brunette's neck snapped back as she plunged her heat down to encase him, her hips straddling his legs as she flopped onto his lap.

"OOohhh...Mmmm. Please Master, don't separate us," Cierra begged. "We're best friends. We want to ALL please our Master together," she purred. The act she was putting on didn't fool Trisha or Jalena, and it probably didn't fool Mr. Lucas either.

But he seemed willing to let his captives carry on their desperate fiction, confident in his control of the situation. The girls' handsome captor knotted his hands at the back of Cierra's head, forcing her face forward for a furious kiss. Her moan was joined by his gathering growls, and his pelvis began to thrust upward all the better to fuck her thoroughly. Soon captive and captor had established a true rhythm. Cierra's cuffed hands pressed desperately against Mr. Lucas' chest as the man impaled her pussy as ferociously as he knew how. Soon the smacks as her bottom bounced up and down on his lap filled the room.

Trisha and Jalena used the distraction to look around, and then they flanked Mr. Lucas on either side. Their hands massaged his shoulders and made caresses across his scalp as he continued to fuck their best friend. 

Cierra's crooning had reached new heights now. Only some of it was for show. The brunette's pebbled breasts gave her away, and so did the wet sounds of suction each time her moistening cunt impaled itself on her Master's cock. Her head rested against Mr. Lucas' shoulder as she came hard on his penis, her juices flooding down his shaft and streaming down his testicles. The man's arousal leapt to new heights as he felt her muscles clench around him.

With an agonized grunt he shot himself into her, his seed filling her completely. Cierra moaned, planting feverish kisses against his neck as she felt him empty himself inside her. 

Mr. Lucas had no warning as both Jalena and Trisha kneed him in the head from opposite sides. He was out cold with abrupt finality. As Cierra scrambled off his lap, the man's limp body fell forward into the water. 

Trisha and her friends look down at him with not an ounce of sympathy and exchanged a glance which said it all.

"How the hell are we getting out of here?"

*****

END OF PART 2 - Find out what happens in the Finale - PART 3 - Coming Soon.

I hope you enjoyed the story. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better! 

~gaggedKitty



Unexpected Vacation Ch. 03



Trisha, Jalena and Cierra had managed to rustle up a pocket knife among Mr. Lucas's things, using it to free their wrists of the leather restraints. But that was where progress ended. They stood in a half circle in front of the door, still trapped in this opulently decorated room set up like a spacious bathhouse. Against Jalena's better judgment, she had pulled Mr. Lucas' unconscious body to the top step of the hot tub, preventing the man from drowning even though he so richly deserved it. 

There was also the niggling thought at the back of Jalena's mind, that compared to the other sadistic freaks in this place, Mr. Lucas' attentions had been positively benign. She was beginning to have serious regrets about whether physically assaulting their least brutal captor had been the best choice.

"So what's the plan?" Jalena asked, her golden-tinged Latina body as naked as her friends beside her. The three young women stood like sacrifices in front of the lair of a beast. The door to the room was indeed locked from the outside, and judging from the door's solid make - it had to be two feet thick almost, if you estimated in inches - they weren't going anywhere. The steel-reinforced entrance seemed more like a vault than the flimsy dungeon door the girls had hoped for. During the nightmare of being dragged down here, they hadn't noticed just how impregnable their confinement truly was.

Trisha sighed. "There's only one entrance at least. Is there some way we can booby trap it? We need to have a nasty surprise planned for the first freak who enters this room."

Cierra nodded, liking that idea, but before the girls could take their escape plan any further they heard the lock mechanism disengaging, voices on the other side.

"Oh, shit." Cierra took a dozen steps back, trembling. Her face went white, and the panic setting in told both Jalena and Trisha that she would be no more helpful to them than a deer frozen in headlights.

"Keep it together," Trisha hissed. Jalena shook her head though.

"We are so screwed," the Latina whispered, backing away toward the room's opposite corner. She saw a detailed bust of some Roman Emperor, eyes and bearing all regal and impressive. The stand it was mounted on, it was narrow. It might provide a decent bludgeoning weapon depending on how lightweight it was. Jalena tried to consider it as the dungeon door swung open.

Razor and Killer were the first two into the room, both wearing full body armor, semi-automatic rifles pointed. 

"We don't take chances, bitches. This room is videotaped, just like every other. Looks like we're going to have to teach you dumb cunts to be obedient the hard way." Razor's anger flowed off of him in waves, almost as palpable as his lust. 

He stepped aside as two very dissimilar men strode into the room. 

"Master Chei, meet the potential merchandise," Razor grunted. 

Master Chei wore a flowing white robe embroidered with crimson peacocks, and that was all he wore. The robe sash had been undone, letting the folds flow wide to reveal the squat Chinese man's nakedness. A cock of enormous girth hung long and hard from between his legs. He had the bearing of someone used to getting his way. Jalena thought he had to be at least in his 40's, but his muscular physique made him appear much younger. His sharp-eyed gaze missed nothing, settling on the gleaming nipple rings adorning her breasts.

"I see. I think I will take that one."

Killer shook his head. "Not so fast. You know this is only a sampling. They don't go onto the auction block until tomorrow, Master Chei. Try not to get TOO eager. Everyone else still gets a fair chance at buying them."

A second man had entered right beside Master Chei. His skin tone had the tinge of Arab descent, and the white turban he wore confirmed his Arabian roots. An angular face with deep, rich brown eyes swept the room. 

"Al-Rafiq, do you like what you see?"

The oil Sheikh looked down dubiously at Mr. Lucas' limp, naked form. "If these bitches tried to do to ME what they have just done to your boss, I have would the skin on their buttocks flayed one whip slap at a time and enjoyed listening to their screams." 

Razor and Killer exchanged a knowing glance. Razor's gaze narrowed, as if he was in some unspoken argument with his companion. Finally Killer looked away, caving in. Razor grinned, showing his white teeth to Master Chei and Sheikh Al-Rafiq. "What if we canceled the auction, hmm? I don't think our boss will be in much of a mood to sell these cunts to gentle buyers after what they've done to him. Have your way with them tonight...Rules be damned. Do whatever you wish, and decide, IF you let any of them live, how you want to divvy up the booty."

Chei and Al-Rafiq shared a look. Al-Rafiq shrugged out of his clothes, standing naked. He cracked his neck to the side, rolling the muscles of his shoulders as he stared greedily at Trisha. 

"I'll take that as an agreement," Razor said. "The price for each girl will be $250,000 cash, whether you leave them fit enough to return with you...or not." Razor let those ominous words hang in the air as he left, shutting the vault-like door with finality behind him. 

Killer stayed, his gun ready. It seemed he would watch and make sure the girls didn't try anything. Jalena's heart rate was spiking. 'Oh dear god. We better do exactly what these twisted monsters want or they might kill us all!' That mantra just kept pounding in her head as the large Asian crime lord walked up to her. 

"Mmm. Too bad you are a rebellious little cow. We will have to remedy that," Chei growled. He barked something in Chinese. Moments later the vault door opened again, and eight young Chinese thugs entered the room. All were naked except for the tattoos, each of a different animal, splayed across their chests. The biggest one came forward first.

"What do you want us to do, Master?"

"Gang rape this disobedient slut. She still thinks she can resist. Make it rough. Use whatever toys you deem fit," Master Chei barked. 

Jalena shook her head desperately, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. The first man who grabbed her had an ox tattooed on his chest. Ox slammed her against the wall, hiking up her hips as he positioned his cock. Jalena's arms frantically grappled at his shoulders, using them as leverage to keep herself from falling. 

"Please be gentle, Sir. I'll do whatever you want!" she begged. But the man seemed not to hear her. He plunged his cock deep up her already-sore snatch. His mouth crushed against hers. He rubbed his length deep between her pussy walls as her back slid up and down against the smooth wallpaper. Her hips frantically pressed against him as she lassoed his buttocks with her ankles, making their coupling a little more stable. 'I just have to be totally obedient,' Jalena thought. 'There's no other choice.'

The busty girl moaned, her nipples rings pressed into her tits as Ox fucked her and crushed her at the same time. The Asian man heard grumbles from two men standing behind him as his cock vanished up her cunt again and again and again, to the hilt. She rode that cock hard, her body thrumming with traitorous arousal. Her pussy didn't entirely mind the maddening friction of the Asian's penis slamming home to give her pleasure, time after time.

"Don't hoard her, Feichan. We want our turn!" one of the two men shouted.

Ox glanced behind him at a man who had a phoenix on his chest and another man who had a badger tattoo. Both were rangier, slimmer than Ox, but just as muscle-bound. 

With laudable effort Ox managed to turn, his cock still embedded in Jalena's feminine sheath, and presented the girl's puckered anus to his companions. Phoenix poured a small vial of lubricant into the girl's star-shaped hole and then spread more of it up and down his shaft.

'No please! Not again!' Jalena thought. "Please Masters, not my ass!" she squealed. Yet right as she was saying it, Phoenix was plugging her ass up with the bulbous head of his cock, slowly worming his member inside her from behind. She groaned, her body stiffening as her nipples hardened. Her pussy tingled with heat, arousal oddly swamping her body as the exquisite fullness of double penetration filled her in ways she'd never believed possible.

"Oh god! Ohhhhh," was all Jalena could moan, her golden-kissed nakedness now like a puppet on a string between two ravagers. They fucked her brutally, impaling her pussy and anus as if she had no other purpose except to please their awful cocks. 

Left out of the action, the badger-tattooed man put a hand at the nape of the girl's neck, forcing her head sideways. "That's right, bitch. You're getting fucked to death tonight. We're ALL going to stick our cocks in every one of your worthless holes until you're no longer conscious." After saying this, Badger forced his tongue between Jalena's startled lips, wresting an added depth of moaning from her poor body as Phoenix slammed his hips forward, impaling her young ass with all his might. 

"OOoohhh please, Sirs! I'm so sore!!" she moaned, her plaintive cry intensifying as Ox's testicles shook with the force of each upward, impaling thrust deep up her pussy. The friction was greatly eased by their enjoined fluids now. Her moistening cunt and Ox's cock were like ballet dancers mingling and flying together as one. Ox's knuckles were white, clenched underneath the girl's buttocks and spreading Jalena's butt cheeks wider for his companion's benefit as Phoenix continued to pound her ass.

The gorgeous Latina's moans and groans filled the room like the constant song of a siren.

Cierra and Trisha fared no better than their friend. In fact, things were worse for them. 

The Sheikh Al-Rafiq called in two alluring Arab women. Their slender torsos and modest breasts were not as full, perhaps not as curvaceous as the girl captives, but they were every bit as beautiful in their own way. 

"Come here, my slaves. Both of you - put on the big strap-on dildos and cover them with hot sauce. Then lay down over there. I will have a SHOW now."

The Arab slave girls understood immediately. In no time at all they affixed the strap-on dildos around their crotches and were lying down beside the hot tub. Each shaft was nearly 12 inches, sleek and black, with a chrome tip and ribbed sides. Each one also had hot sauce slathered up and down the sides - an ominous and degrading sight. 

Al-Rafiq hustled Trisha and Cierra over to their appointed cocks, a hand grasping each of their slender necks. "OK, sluts. Get your worthless pussies on those cocks and fuck them HARD. I want to see you writhing on them like shameless whores. You'll fuck them until I say otherwise...all night if I decide."

Trisha and Cierra exchanged looks of pure terror and despair. The brunette was the first to cave in completely. She knelt over slavegirl #1's form, quickly positioning her pussy at its incredible girth. Slowly, inch by inch, she sat herself on top of the sleek black cock, enfolding it with her cunt, impaling herself to the hilt. With a loud, agonized moan the big-breasted brunette began to ride it, slowly at first. 

SMACK. "AAHHH!" 

A three-tailed whip had just smacked hard across Cierra's breasts. Al-Rafiq moved to lash the whip strands once again across the girl's bare chest. 

"I said FUCK. None of this soft lovey bullshit. I want to see you fucking like you Americans do in pornos. Ride that cock, slut. Moan and coo like the worthless fuck-toy you are!" Al-Rafiq bellowed.

Soon Cierra was riding like a hopeless cowgirl. Her breasts bounced up and down with the force of her impalements. Her finely-shaved sex gripped that shaft firmly each time she lowered her hips. And each time her body lowered, the girl's groans deepened, that cock filling her up more completely than any other cock she'd had yet.

It was beyond humiliating. Beyond demoralizing. Yet worst of all, as she rode that cock Cierra began to feel the tingling heat of the hot sauce inside her love channel. And soon -slowly at first, but then gathering speed like a snowball rolling downhill to become an avalanche - she felt that tingling heat turn into a scalding inferno between her legs. 

In no time at all, the hot sauce from the dildo had coated the insides of her pussy. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she writhed and moaned. "Please Master! AAhhhh! Let me get in the bath. It burns! My pussy is burning!!" she wailed. Al-Rafiq could have simply ignored her, which would have been bad enough, but he went one step further, being more depraved.

He smacked his three-tailed whip across Cierra's chest each time she impaled herself, adding to the agony, yet creating new sensations which sometimes ricocheted through her overstimulated feminine body into flashes of near-pleasure.

"Shut up and FUCK, you useless cow. I don't care if you live or die...you will learn to fuck on command, to do whatever I wish. To please me in all things."

The Sheikh turned his hooded gaze to Trisha now, who was mounting her cock with difficulty still. She had only the tip of the cock nestled between her pink pussy lips. The pale redhead looked up in despair as she realized the Sheikh's attention was now on HER.

"What about you, you lazy cunt? Why aren't you riding it yet?" he roared. The whip slammed across her chest with a resounding SMACK. The redhead trembled as her breasts took the full brunt of the beaded tongues of the whip.

"Please, Master! I'm trying!" she screamed. Trisha lowered herself, finally feeling that shaft snug and tight as it slammed up and through her pussy. She began pumping her body up and down, feeling the cock plunging through her tight wetness. Despite everything, she felt herself getting a little wet, arousal teasing her core as the hot sauce at first seemed to provide the ideal lubrication. 

All too rapidly, though, and all of that changed dramatically. Soon the creamy-breasted captive was groaning, that same fire which was scorching Cierra's pussy, now starting to mingle between her legs too. The hot sauce from the cock soon coated every inch of the girl's cunt, a force of gathering flame that had her eyes tearing up.

"Please Master, no more. No more...uhhhhh!!" Trisha moaned as Al-Rafiq leaned over, suckling on one of her irresistible nipples. But in the next moment he'd withdrawn, and the whip smacked once more across her tits with brutal efficiency. The sexy redhead squealed, her large breasts shaking with the force of impact as she continued to fuck herself on the cruel black strap-on. 

If the Arab slavegirl beneath her had any sympathy for her fellow slave, there was no indication of it. Soon the room was filled with the cries and pleas for mercy from all three girls. Trisha, Cierra, and Jalena were all in their own little nightmares with no way out.

'This is all my fault,' Trisha realized inwardly. 'If only I'd stayed faithful to Will.' If only. The what-ifs ran through the redhead's mind even as her lush nakedness frantically rode the ribbed, hot-sauced penis. Her nipples pebbled into tight little buds as lust somehow swept up through her core, joining the sweet agony of the fiery, hot sauce-laced phallus between her pussy lips. 

She groaned as the whip slapped once more across her supple tits, her hands pressed firmly to either side of her to steady herself as she ground her pussy on top of the cock, accepting total humiliation. Trisha surrendered to it, to everything that was happening to her. Soon the constant cadence of the whip smacking against her breasts became almost part of her - the jolting pain and stolen shivers of pleasure each whipping sent through her breasts somehow coiling deep inside her core. 

The lithe redhead moaned, a groan turned into something laced with pleasure despite the agony. And she came...so hard...gushing on the hot sauce laced dildo of the pleasure slave underneath her. The pale girl's nakedness trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched so tightly around the artificial black penis, as if claiming it eternally. Trisha, her face dazed, her jaw slack, was barely aware of Al-Rafiq's hand gently tracing her smooth cheek before he cupped her delicate chin. 

"You are mine, white cunt. Forever."

Meanwhile Jalena's cries reached a new apex as she felt Ox spew his jism deep into her sex. Phoenix grunted from behind, and as he pulled out his flopping manhood, a thick stream of cum oozed from her brutalized anus. The beautiful Latina pressed her tear-streaked face into Ox's shoulder, and yet even as she did so she felt her pussy clench and un-clench around her captor's still firm cock, a modest orgasm that slowly subsided even as he crushed her ring-pierced breasts against his muscled form. 

As Jalena's foggy brain tried to blot out what was to happen next, two more men took the places of Ox and Phoenix. One bent her over, plunging into her sex from behind, his manhood rippling through her sore cunt like a dog in heat. The other plunged his cock between her lips, ramming his shaft balls-deep into her mouth until she could do nothing but choke and gurgle. 

She would never get out of here, except as a slave sold to these men's Master. Jalena knew that now. She moaned, one Chinese thug's cock piercing her sex with merciless thrusts. She plunged her hips back to meet those thrusts, finally giving up on everything. On resistance. On the very idea of freedom. Her mouth opened wider, accepting the other man's cock, and soon it was sliding back and forth into her mouth, straining to burst. 

"That's it, bitch. You're nothing but a cum-soaked whore now. Never forget it," the nameless thug hissed. The man's cock burst in her face, showering her nose, eyes and mouth in cum so that she had to close her eyes and instinctually wanted to turn away. But she stuck out her tongue, embracing the humiliation of it. Felt the flecks of still warm goo coating her face like some bizarre cream.

All the while, the cock slamming through her cunt from behind had picked up speed, plunging through her snatch as if she was owned, body and soul. 

"OOohh, yes Master. Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy raw!" she shouted, totally surrendering. The lithe yet big-breasted Latina thrust her hips backward, encasing the man's cock all the more eagerly. She wailed in a sort of animalistic zeal, her cum-covered face still dripping as her mouth formed a skewed 'O' shape.

"I think we've finally gotten through to this bitch," the Asian thug fucking her commented to his companions. Master Chei walked over, and now he gently stroked the girl's back and admired the sight of his foot soldier's cock vanishing into her damp, silken heat.

"Yes, I think I will buy this one," Master Chei murmured. "Her fine, gold-toned pussy and ass will be a great delight to me when I tire of my other toys."

Jalena shuddered, wondering who those other 'toys' might be and what he did with them once he tired of them. But the lust building in her like a river overflowing its banks soon blotted out all rational thought. And Jalena realized, as her pussy gushed on the cock that was raping it from behind, that the man was right. She would become a fuck-toy, a pussy, ass and mouth to be used. That was all she could do to survive.

So she embraced it. Her coo of lust soared through the room as her body's spasms gripped so tightly around the nameless cock plowing through the folds of her pussy. A pussy that would never be her own again.

*****

If Jalena thought that her ordeal might offer even the slightest reprieve, she was soon proven otherwise. The sexy Latina's ring-pierced breasts flopped back and forth with a final cry as the Chinese gangster emptied his cum in her wet folds. No sooner had he pulled out, two of his companions had her by the arms and were half-dragging, half-carrying her across the floor toward the hot tub, where their impressively rotund if muscular leader waited.




Unexpected Vacation Ch. 03



Master Chei wrinkled his nose in disgust at the young sex slave, seeing the cum oozing from her freshly fucked cunt lips. 

"It looks like the slut needs a thorough bath and cleansing," he grumbled. Jalena's gaze fixed onto the sight of the man's enormous cock, a steel-hard shaft that reached toward the cement ceiling. "Of course, we can't clean the merchandise until I sample it personally. Would you care to hop on, my little slave, now that you know who owns your sweet pussy?"

Knowing that there had to be only one right answer to such a question, Jalena briskly nodded. 'I must appear eager in all things if I'm to get through this. Oh dear god help me,' she begged inwardly. Awkwardly but with surprising speed, the sun-kissed beauty straddled her lithe form across her buyer's lap and swiftly plunged her sex down until it felt as if the his cock-tip would bruise her cervix.

"OOohhhHHH Master," she crooned, her head thrashing forward as she began a rhythm on him. The lubrication from the previous loads of cum were now her precious assets, making her sore pussy able to enjoy the friction - and the maddening stimulation. 

Master Chei's chubby face broke into a triumphant grin as he unconsciously palmed her breasts. "You see, little cunt. There are advantages to having a messy, cum-soaked twat. There was a silver lining to my men gang raping you, was there not?"

"Y-yes M-master," Jalena wailed, her hips gyrating with the force of another series of powerful fucks. 'The bastard is just sitting there letting me do all the work,' she thought. And yet it didn't seem nearly as nightmarish as what she would probably see if she glanced behind her. She could still hear the agonized moans of Trisha and Cierra riding the two Arab slave girls and their hot sauce coated dildos.

'Is my Master kinder than theirs?' she wondered, daring to hope.

Meanwhile Chei the crime lord looked down at his phallus, which stood at full attention above the foamy water of the hot tub. The man's testicles were hidden, submerged in the soapy depths, but his tall cock rose out of the liquid like an Asian version of the Loch Ness monster. Jalena rode that cock as intimately as she knew how while thrusting her breasts further into the man's soft hands. He seemed mesmerized as he watched her pussy lips engulf his cock, plunge after agonizingly delicious plunge.

When Master Chei gently pinched her nipples, a sigh of arousal exhaled from her lush lips. To her shock, even that little stab of extra stimulation sent her over the edge. She cooed appallingly, like a shameless slut, her juices gushing down her buyer's shaft. 

"So responsive," Master Chei murmured approvingly. "Perhaps I will reward you for being such an obedient fuck-toy once we return to my dungeon. Would you like that?"

Jalena felt his hardness still inside her, her pussy clenched around it. Not knowing what else to do, she resumed fucking him and splayed her hands across his broad chest, stroking the man's skin. "I...wou- yes, M-master," she managed. "I would love to be your fuck-toy," she lied. 

'Yet is it all a lie?' she thought, doubting what little virtue she had left. Why was it that an unmistakable excitement churned somewhere deep in her lower belly at the thought of wholeheartedly being this man's helpless sex object?

"Do you have a favorite fruit, slave?" Where was this question coming from, Jalena wondered. She opened her mouth willingly as he slipped two fingers between her gorgeous lips, using them to stroke her tongue as if it was the most ordinary gesture. The movement had a strangely erotic after-effect on Jalena as he pulled out his saliva-glistened fingers, licking her taste from his fingertips as if it were fine wine. 

"F-fruit, Master?" Her delicate eyebrows rose, her heartbeat fluttering. Maybe he wasn't as bad as the other sadistic males here. Yes, he'd had his men gang rape her, but at least no awful toys. No whips or chains or beatings...

"Pears, Master," she managed to whisper between impalements. Her legs were getting stiff and sore now from all this coupling. She needed a rest, even a short one, or her hips and legs would soon turn to jelly. She risked a glance over her shoulder and saw her pale-skinned friend Cierra. The poor girl was moaning, dried tears all over her face as the Arab Master Al-Rafiq slapped the whip without mercy across her well-endowed breasts. 

"Fuck it harder, you useless pig. I want to see you COMING on it like your redhead slut friend! You need to cultivate some healthy competition with your fellow slave. Move those hips, bitch. FASTER."

The Latina shuddered, aware of the surreal contrast between what was going on behind her and Master Chei's deceptively gentle words. 

"Ahh, pears is it? Hmm...Yes. I could have pears flown in for you fresh for your morning breakfast, my dear, if you please me regularly as well as you have just now," Master Chei said with a glimmer in his eyes.

"I...I would not fail you Master. I only wish..." She faltered, realizing that she had already said too much. But it was too late. Her new Master stroked a hand down her face, cupping her fragile chin with what almost approached tenderness. 

"Wish what, slave? What do you WISH?" The way he emphasized that last word so mockingly, Jalena was terrified that she had already gone too far. Clearly, as his sex slave, she had no business wishing anything. 

"Forgive m-me, M-m-master...this foolish slave spoke out of place." The Chinese crime boss looked amused now more than angry. 'Okay...I'm making progress,' she thought. 

"Please, do not be shy, slave. Now I am curious. Speak." There it was. There would be no going back, Jalena thought ruefully.

"To be separated from my friends...I...this worthless slave would miss them very much. I know that they could please your magnificent cock as w-well as I, if given the chance." There. She'd said it, and for more reasons than one. Jalena reasoned that if they stayed together, they had a minutely better chance of escaping. She also thought that having her friends as fellow sex slaves under this monster seemed far better than that ravening Arab beast who even now tormented Cierra to new heights.

Master Chei stroked his chin thoughtfully, pushing his pelvis up to meet Jalena's impalements. Their fucking was creating splashes which sent waves and ripples throughout the hot tub. Jalena groaned as his upward thrust caught her by complete surprise, re-stoking the fires of her feminine lust. 'No...stop it,' she wished inwardly. Her traitorous libido suffused her cheeks with a fresh pallor of pinkish shame. Then he was fucking her faster, sitting up and grasping her by the shoulders.

He pressed those shoulders down to heighten the depth of her impalement even as his cock rocketed skyward to drill her hot, wet cunt. He groaned, his mouth capturing hers in a possessive kiss. His body seemed to hunch over her like an enveloping curtain and then he hit his pinnacle. His cock burst inside her, copious rivers of cum flowing toward her womb. 

"AaaahhhH! FUCK," Master Chei groaned. "Your pussy has milked my testicles painfully dry, you little slut." The Asian crime lord cast a hooded glance toward Cierra and Al-Rafiq. The Arab dominant was now kneeling in front of Cierra, the fingers of his right hand rubbing furiously at the stricken girl's clit, raising the tone of her moan by a good octave. 

"Yes, little brunette whore. COME on the dildo. Feel that burning sauce in your pussy and COME anyway. Let your instincts overcome the pain," Al-Rafiq growled. Jalena was too ensconced on Chei's slowly softening prick, panting as if she'd just run up a mountain, to pay any notice until the last second.

Jalena glanced backward, her eyes widening as she met Cierra's gaze. The young brunette's look of total defeat, humiliation, and abject despair had somehow been submerged in something else...pure, unadulterated lust. Cierra's glassy-eyed gaze joined her slackening jaw as her body's spasms squeezed that dildo hard, her pussy gushing its surrender.

"AaaaaahhhhHhhHH OOHHH GOD!" Cierra squealed. When her tremors had subsided, she flopped forward into her Arab Master's arms. "P-please...n-no more," came the wheezing whisper between the big-breasted girl's lips. "I can't take any more."

Al Rafiq drew back, at last satisfied. "Indeed, you seem like a tired filly...as tired as your redhead slut friend." The Arab nodded his head at Trisha, who was tirelessly fucking her appointed dildo more like a machine than a human being now. The heavy-lidded gaze and the constant groans coming from Trisha's pretty mouth told all, that she was building to another orgasm, and yet the intensity of the groans also seemed to come from some soul-deep exhaustion. She would either collapse or reach orgasm and pass out, whichever came first.

Master Chei stroked Jalena's slim shoulders, idly laying soft kisses along the sides of her mouth. "What say you, Sheikh Al-Rafiq? Shall we take our merchandise to the showers to have them cleansed? I assume you are amenable to divvying up the slaves. I take this bitch with the nipple rings and you take the two lighter-skinned cunts?" Master Chei's brutal language left Jalena shocked...but then again, after this ordeal she was fast losing the ability to be shocked by anything - even how cavalierly these men treated female bodies as mere playthings.

The Arab kingpin returned a twinkly-eyed grin. "Fair enough, Lord Chei. My native girls will wash all three of them right before our eyes, for our viewing pleasure. Agreeable enough?" As he said it the Sheikh strode over, put out his hand, and Lord Chei shook it firmly. 

"Let the cleansing and washing of the slaves begin."

END OF PART 3

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In PART 4 (coming soon), Trisha's betrayed and shady boyfriend, Will has a change of heart and decides that *perhaps* she can be saved from slavery and become his again, if she has learned her lesson...but proving it to him will not be easy...

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I hope you enjoyed the story. Please post a comment to let people know what you thought or send me a personal comment. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!

~gaggedKitty



Unexpected Vacation Ch. 1



"Damnit!" exclaimed Kris as she watched the steam roll from the hood of her Mustang. "Stupid radiator! Now is not a good time for this!" she continued as she pulled the car to the side of the semi-deserted road. She did remember seeing a gas station before, but that was at least 10 miles back. "This vacation didn't seem to be starting as well as planned", Kris, thought, getting out to check extent of the problem. Steam poured from the radiator as she raised the hood. "I'm going to kill him! I knew I shouldn't have trusted that son-of-a-bitch with my car! He screwed me over again!" She had entrusted her ex fiancé, Kyle, to service her car before the trip.

This was the same guy with whom she had entrusted her heart, which he then smashed into a thousand pieces. His excuse had been that he wasn't ready for that type of commitment. What he really meant was that he wanted to screw every hot chick he saw. Kris had hoped that once Kyle had gotten the new job as head photographer for ESPN magazine that they could leave behind the countless fuck sessions with the fashion model of the week. Her hopes were quickly expelled when she walked in on Kyle in his studio one night with his head between the legs of yet another model. "Prick! Wait until I get my hands on that jerk! I bet he didn't even take it to the dealer to get it checked."

Kris stood there in the sweltering heat straining her eyes to see a sign of some kind in the distance. She tried her cell phone but she couldn't get a signal long enough to make a connection. There had been no passing cars since she had pulled off the road at least 30 minutes ago. Just as Kris had decided to start walking, she heard the small roar of an engine in the distance. "Thank God! There is life out here!" Through the glare of the sun, she could barely make out the figure on the approaching motorcycle. As the motorcycle grew near, Kris started waving her arms to get the attention of the driver. The driver slowed and pulled over ahead of the overheated sports car. Kris felt a bit more at ease when she noticed the driver of the Harley was definitely a woman. "Boy, am I glad…" she started to say as the woman got off the bike and removed her helmet. It wasn't like she had never seen beautiful women before, but something about this woman made her stop and stare. It was more like a vibe, almost a magical feeling really. The woman seemed to be moving in slow motion as she shook her reddish blonde hair free from the helmet. It fell just past her shoulders in spiraling curls. The fascination was in her eyes. They were like two mesmerizing emerald pools sparkling in the sunlight.

"…you came along." she finally finished after what seemed to be several minutes, but was really only a few seconds. The woman smiled and held out her hand: "Hi, my name's Lisa. Having a little car trouble?" As Kris took Lisa's hand, a slight tingle seemed to travel through her entire body. "I'm Kristine…uh, Kris, nice to meet you. Thanks for stopping. I was about to start walking."

"No problem. There's not a service station for at least another 20 miles. The gas station back there is shut down. My place is only about 5 minutes away. I can take you there and we could call the station and see if they can send a tow truck." Kris would normally never accept a ride from a complete stranger, but she felt as if she knew Lisa and that there was already a connection between them. " That is really nice of you! Are you sure it's no trouble?"

"Not at all. I'd welcome the company. My roommate has been gone all week and it's been kind of boring. You can only watch videos for so long; you know? Here, I have an extra helmet for ya."

"Thank you. That is a really nice bike! I have always wanted to go for a ride on a Harley!" Kris said as she put on the helmet. "Well hop on and hold on tight!" Lisa tucked her hair back inside the black helmet, flipped down the mirrored visor and started the bike. Kris put her hands tentatively on Lisa's shoulders. "You're going to have to hold tighter than that the way I drive!" Lisa yelled taking Kris's hands and wrapping them firmly around her waist. As they took off, Kris instinctively tightened her grip on Lisa's waist. "Nice abs," she thought. "She must work out." On the ride to Lisa's, the vibration of the motorcycle had an interesting affect on Kris. It was almost erotic. She was disappointed that the ride was almost over.

The bike turned and drove up the long driveway. "Wow! What an incredible house!" Kris said as they both dismounted and took off their helmets. "Thanks. I had it built here about a year and a half ago. My parents gave me the land, but I got the house on my own."

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Kris said still in awe of the huge two-story house. " Well, I did modeling for a while, and a little acting, then I invested a lot of my money and the stocks just took off. So now I only model if I want to. How about you?" she asked, leading Kris into the house. "I'm a writer, mostly for magazines like Rolling Stone or Spin, but I am working on a book."

"Cool! I have a few stories I was thinking of sending to a magazine, but I haven't had the nerve. Maybe you cold take a look at them and tell me if they're any good?"

"Sure, I'd love to." They continued on the tour of the house as they talked about their lives. It was amazing how much they had in common. They listened to the same music, liked the same foods, the same drinks, and even had the same tastes in men. They became fast friends. Before they realized it, an hour had passed. "We better make that call to the service station." Lisa suddenly remembered. Kris dialed the number from the phone book. No answer. She checked the number and dialed again. Still no answer. After the 5th try with no luck, they decided they would try again later.

Lisa made some daiquiris and they picked up their conversation right where they left off. Inevitably the subject turned to sex. Likes, dislikes, first times, favorite positions, most unusual places and with whom. After about their 3rd drink, Lisa jumped up. "Oh, let me go get my stories!"

"Okay!" Kris smiled wondering what could have possibly sparked that idea. Lisa was back a few minutes later thumbing through some pages. "Here, this is my favorite." Lisa made them a snack and another drink while Kris read the story. It started like a normal story about two young college roommates, but as the story progressed, it was clear the two young ladies were more than just roommates. They were intimate friends, lovers. The story went on to describe, in great detail, what the two girls did when they needed a break from their studies. As Kris read on, she found herself becoming aroused. Of course she had fantasized about being with a woman, but never seriously considered it. Lisa came back in with the food and beverages just as Kris finished the story. "Incredible story! Very well written." Kris said taking a gulp of her frozen daiquiri, hoping it would cool her off. "But, did it turn you on?"

"Are you kidding me? Lisa, a person would have to be dead not to get hot reading this."

"You do look a bit flushed. How about a swim to cool us off?"

"That sounds great, but I left all my things in the trunk of my car."

"Don't worry, I'm sure we can find something for you. You look about the same size as Rachel, my roommate. I'll go get a suit for you while you try dialing the station again." Kris dialed the number again and this time got a machine. "Oh, that's just great! "Kris said as she put the phone down. Lisa came into the room and asked what had happened. Kris told her the recording had said there would be no one at the station until the next morning. "No worries babe, you can stay here. Rachel won't be back for a few more days, so I would love you to stay."

"You are a lifesaver! Are you sure it's no problem?"

"Not at all…and I found you a suit." Lisa said tossing it to her. Kris Held up the tiny pieces of material connected by strings. "A string bikini? I haven't worn one of these since high school."

"Why not? You definitely have the body for it!"

"Thank you!" Kris said as she held the hot pink top up to her breasts. It would barely cover her 36D's she thought.

They each went to change after Lisa showed Kris where she could stay and where she could find everything she needed. "Good thing I shaved." Kris thought as she pulled on the string bottoms and then tied the top around her. When Kris came out to the poolside, Lisa was there with two more drinks in hand. "Wow! You do look amazing in that suit!" she said handing Kris her frozen beverage. "Thanks! You too!"

"Thanks! Shall we get in?" Lisa said leading Kris to the pool steps. "Ahhhhh! This feels great!" Kris said as she gradually entered the cool water. Lisa took her hand and led her to the deeper end of the pool. Kris still couldn't get Lisa's story out of her mind. Of course the drinks only contributed to her lustful feelings. She found herself staring at Lisa as they moved leisurely about the pool. She felt Lisa's eyes on her as well as they moved closer together. "What's your secret fantasy?" Lisa asked, almost in a whisper. "I, um, well…" Kris stammered. "I promise it will be our secret." Lisa said smiling. "Well, I do have one that I've never told anyone…about being with a woman."

"I was kind of hoping you would say that. I am really attracted to you. What would you say if I asked you if I could kiss you?"

"I'd say, yes."

Kris closed her eyes as Lisa's soft, full lips lightly touched her own. Kris responded, gently sucking Lisa's lips between hers. Lisa put her arms around Kris and lightly caressed her as she pulled them closer together. Kris's hands moved up Lisa's sides, running her fingertips along the curve of Lisa's firm body. "I want to make love with you!" Lisa breathed as she moved her lips to Kris's neck and continued kissing down, following the string of her top. "Yes Lisa! You make me feel so good! Don't stop!" Strings were untied and tops tossed aside as their passion was unleashed. 

Lisa's hands were now on Kris's breasts, gently caressing her pink nipples to erection, which sent tiny electric shocks straight to her clit. Kris did the same to Lisa, causing her to sigh with pleasure as her breathing deepened. Lisa's mouth found Kris's sensitive nipples, alternating licks and nibbles between the two as she rolled them between her first and second fingers. They somehow made their way out of the water to the poolside loungers, losing the rest of their suits, but without losing touch of each other.

Lisa continued to kiss and caress every sensitive inch of Kris's body, making her hotter than she had ever been. Then Kris felt Lisa's tongue slowly licking her sweet juices that had already started flowing. She ran her tongue up and all around her neatly trimmed slit before finally reaching her pulsing clit. Kris was going crazy with desire. Her previous oral love couldn't even compare to what she was experiencing now. Lisa eased a finger inside Kris's wet pussy as her tongue did circles on her swelling clit. Kris pulled on her own nipples as she felt the building orgasm coming from deep inside. "Oh yeah…I'm coming... Oh god! Yes!" Kris screamed as her body shook with the most intense orgasm she had ever had. When Lisa felt Kris's spasms subside, she slowly withdrew and gently kissed up Kris's body, neck and face. They embraced in a slow kiss as they lay side by side in the warm evening air.



Unexpected Vacation



"Oh please! Slower!" Jalena begged. 

Meanwhile Trisha watched as her brunette friend, Cierra, was tied to a table, spread-eagled with her ankles and wrists strung out. She couldn't believe her eyes when the man named Gary lit candles and began to pour hot wax across Cierra's tits and belly. Cierra squirmed and moaned, her body twisting to escape the incoming droplets of wax...yet to no avail. 

"You want me to do that to you, little cunt?" Killer asked as his cock continued to plow her pussy from behind. 

Trisha shook her head no, groaning as Killer's hands roughly cupped and squeezed her gently swaying breasts. "Then fuck me back, bitch. I want to feel you slamming your pussy back to meet my thrusts!"

The gorgeous redhead complied, shoving her ass back to meet Killer's merciless pounding. Soon Trisha was lost...lost in the throes of stimulation. Her cunt's growing arousal at the sensations which Killer's cock was granting her could no longer be denied. Her jaw was slack, her breasts aching with desire and her cunt practically wet and ready to gush on her rapist's hard cock. 

She was flinging herself back now like a shameless whore, losing herself intentionally. 'If I am totally obedient, maybe they'll let me go' a tiny voice in her subconscious urged her. 

Trisha had only one ultimate goal, and that was freeing herself and her friends. The question was, how?

"That's it, bitch. Fling that sexy cunt back to sheathe your Master's cock. Uh...uh..uh...UH!" Killer growled, and then she felt it - right as his cock embedded inside her, balls smacking against her thighs, every inch of the shaft hugged between the walls of her cunt. A warm explosion filled her insides as he reached down, flicking his fingernail across her clit. Amazingly that one little touch was what sent her over the edge into the same oblivion. 

Trisha's neck snapped forward as she came hard, her pussy clenching wildly on Killer's penis. Finally, when her spent body felt like nothing more than a lifeless doll with a softening cock inside of it, Trisha collapsed forward. Killer's cock slid out and he stood back, admiring the view. Thick streams of cum oozed from Trisha's messy pussy, pooling on the throw rug which cushioned her body from the concrete floor.

*****

Trisha was dimly aware of someone re-cuffing her wrists behind her back and pulling her roughly to her feet. On wobbly legs she gasped as she felt the invasion of fingers into her tainted sex. 

"Damn, man. You got this bitch all messy. Master Vane is not going to be pleased." Someone had tightened a blindfold around her head, leading her down one hallway after another, each feeling just like the next. The cold concrete nearly froze her feet off, and Trisha tried to listen for even the slightest sounds, wondering what had happened to her friends. 

"Careful, sweetie. Watch your step." She sensed that it was Killer's voice, but then only a few seconds later she heard Razor's.

"That's it, girl. Have a seat right HERE." Suddenly Trisha realized she was being thrust onto some kind of stool, but of the cruelest variety. She hissed as she felt the vibrator attached to the seat impale her with its rigid shaft. The sudden feeling of fullness made her groan, biting her lip as the sensitivity in her pussy warned her that although too much friction could be pleasurable, it could also be agonizing.

"There, I think we'll just get you settled in here, sweetheart," Killer continued, tying her ankles to the floor so tightly that she was certain she would lose feeling in her toes sooner or later. "I'll bet you're hungry. Me and Razor will fetch you something to eat, but in the meantime we might as well leave you entertained."

Trisha sighed as they removed the blindfold, only to widen her eyes in horror as they flipped on a monitor hanging from the ceiling. 

It was clearly showing live video feed of the dungeon room both of her friends were still being tormented in. Trisha watched as the captor named Shane continued to fuck Jalena hard. His face dove to her breasts, nipping and biting playfully at her hardened pink buds while she moaned, helpless and stuffed full of cock. The echoing slurps of suction as the Latina's buttocks bounced up and down above her captor's manhood was an awful sound that Trisha could not have blotted out, even if she HAD closed her eyes...which she didn't, for reasons even she didn't fully understand. 

Meanwhile the captor named Gary had jumped onto the table where Cierra was tied spread-eagled. The struggling brunette begged for mercy as Gary thrust his hard manhood right between her thighs, drilling her pussy as she squirmed and moaned. His lips soon found hers, stifling the moans for the most part, but her nakedness writhing beneath him clearly showed her continued protests. 

The burly man with the square jaw and beady eyes didn't seem to care much, though. To the contrary, it seemed to just arouse him further. 

"You don't want that to be you, do you slut?" Razor said, returning with a plate heaping with apple sauce and a side of beans in chili sauce. He set the plate on the table in front of her and looked at her expectantly. "Better eat up, slave girl. You can't be sure when or where your next meal will come."

Trisha wriggled her wrists, each of which had been chained to a support bar on either side of the stool she now sat on. She looked up at Razor, her eyes narrowing. "How am I supposed to eat when I can't use my hands?" she said darkly, trying to be brave. If these sick bastards were going to keep them all here and fuck them, at least they could have the decency to remove the restraints long enough for them to eat. What kind of monsters were they?

Razor's eyes sparkled. "You're a smart girl. Figure it out," he said, motioning again at the plate.

The beautiful redhead leaned forward, cringing as the vibrator inside her pussy shifted, pulsing and throbbing all the while. The sensations ricocheting through her intimate parts were very distracting, but the rumble threatening to tear through her stomach told her that she needed to eat something. Reluctantly Trisha began to lick at her plate, lapping up the apple sauce first since that seemed easiest.

'This is so degrading,' she thought, her face bright red with shame. 'This prick is treating me like an animal.' After she finished licking up half the apple sauce she looked at her captor uncertainly. 

Razor looked to be in his late 20s, about 6'2, with a faint white scar below his left eye. The tattoo on his left bicep looked to be gang-related, but then again, Trisha realized that any tattoo seemed that way to her. She noticed that although he looked pale-as-a-Viking Caucasian, on closer inspection he definitely had some blood from Espanola mixed somewhere in his veins. Dominance and hunger rimmed his gaze, but at least they weren't as cold as Killer's. 

Trisha decided to try a little diplomacy. It was worth a try, wasn't it?

"Please. The beans would be messier for me. Can you...can you help me eat them?" she said, her voice sounding small and desperate. 

Razor's eyebrows quirked up with interest. "I didn't hear the magic word."

"Master, please will you help me eat?" she said, dying inside at the humiliation of asking. 

Razor quietly walked over to the countertop nearby in the makeshift kitchen, yanked open a drawer and retrieved a fork. He put the fork beside the plate and then looked expectantly at her. 

"I think I can be persuaded to give you some help, bitch...but first I'm going to need a hefty down payment for my troubles." His cock was long and hard for her. The damn thing seemed to regenerate like a demonic worm. He walked forward, letting his shaft dangle suggestively near her lips. 

Getting the hint, Trisha leaned over, traipsing her tongue across his glans. He shuddered as she smothered his shaft head with her mouth, pumping her jaw back and forth, establishing quite the rhythm. Her wrists felt the chafing of the manacles as she leaned toward him, straining to give him pleasure. The stool was anchored to the floor, so at least she had no fear of tipping over. Meanwhile he certainly hid none of his enjoyment, his appreciative groans soon bouncing off of the concrete walls. 

"Mmm, that's a good girl. Wrap those warm lips around my cock and impale that sexy little mouth. Uhh...you little whore. You're way too good at this," he growled, and his hands cupped the nape of her neck, gently stroking her skin before bunching in her hair.

The gorgeous redhead slurped louder and more feverishly, taking in as much of the man's cock as she could. Her tongue cradled the underside, slithering back and forth with tantalizing strokes as she grazed his flesh with her teeth.

"Careful, cunt. One bite and you'll be more than sorry," Razor warned. In response Trisha went balls-deep down on him, her mouth fully impaled as she gurgled and sucked with heightened effort. She felt his throbbing penis enclosed in the warmth of her mouth, and for a moment she felt a traitorous surge of arousal pulse between her legs. To have this tiny bit of power over her captor offered a surprising turn on. 

She pumped her mouth back and forth now, harder and faster as Razor's groans deepened. 

'Oh god, yeah baby. Just like that. Keep up that tempo, bitch!" Razor growled.

Then, just like that, she stopped, pulling her mouth off of him and licking the pre-cum from her lips. 

"First you feed me, then I finish you off," she said boldly. The brutal captor looked down at her in obvious disbelief. 

'I guess he hasn't had another kidnapped girl crazy enough to defy him like this,' she thought. Trisha didn't know what had possessed her to do something so bold and stupid, but suddenly it was like another woman had taken over her body. A creature of feminine pride, one who apparently had a stubborn streak.

Slowly a soft rumble built in Razor's chest, soon becoming a full-throated laugh. Razor shook his head. "You've got audacity, you hot little cunt. I'll give you that." He clasped the nape of her neck again and thrust his cock between Trisha's reluctant lips. The girl moaned as his cock began to ram in and out of her mouth, using it like a second pussy. She didn't dare try to clamp her mouth shut, not when his earlier threat still lingered in her mind. 

The frenzied pace of his forward thrusts indicated that he was close - very close to losing it. Trisha waited for the inevitable, and then - with a loud grunt - it arrived. She gasped as his salty, warm fluid filled her mouth, nearly choking her as she desperately swallowed. More of his fresh seed dribbled down her chin as he pulled out and left a few final flecks to dot her supple breasts. 

"Aahhh. That's a pretty girl," he said with a harsh smile. "Now you get your reward." He gathered up the glistening cum off of her chin, forcing her to suck it from his fingertips. After she'd complied the muscular man took up the fork and began to feed her forkfuls of the beans. 

The redhead groaned as he simultaneously reached over with his free hand, turning up the setting on the vibrator. 

"There, a little EXTRA reward for you. How do you like that, slave? Shall we come up with a name for you now?"

Trisha didn't know what to say to that, but she was thankful that he continued to feed her forkfuls of food until the plate was empty. He then retrieved a glass of cool water, plopped two cubes of ice in it, and tilted it so she could drink. 

Finally, when she'd drained most the glass, he cupped her chin and forced her pretty face to meet his gaze. 

"Mmm. Look at you, all sexy and helpless. Oh god you make my cock hard," he said, and looking down she saw that though it was still soft, his shaft was regaining zeal, and fast. 

"Please let me go," Trisha begged. Razor stroked her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb across her bottom lip. 

"I don't think I can do that, sweetie," he said, almost regretful. It was so weird, the way his mood seemed to shift radically from brutal to almost gentle. Maybe he really was crazy, she thought.

"Tell you what, though, let's get you off again. How would you like that as a consolation prize, hm?" Before she could protest he had turned the vibrator-setting up to an even higher setting and the cock pulsating through her core soon had her pussy awakened to all kinds of desire. Razor leaned over, rubbing his fingers fervently against her clit even as his teeth gently tugged at her nipples, then sucked on them with tender ferocity as the poor girl found herself thrusting her tits forward to give him easier access.

'What's wrong with me?' Trisha thought, horrified but too lost to rally any kind of resistance as the pliability of pussy increased moment by moment, the more Razor's hands worked their caressing-rubbing miracle-work on her clitoris and the more the vibrator buzzed away in her tight heat. Trisha bit her lip, ruthlessly smothering the moan that threatened to spill from her lips.

"It's okay, bitch. Let it out. Let out the shameless sex slave inside of you. This doesn't have to be unpleasant. Make the most of your new life," Razor said, and his words were practically a purr. Those same words made her spine shiver, but Trisha also realized that she was dripping with arousal, her pussy wet with frustrated, pent-up need. 'I want to come' was written all over her cute face as she closed her eyes, her face scrunched up in the best kind of agony.

"Please...uhhh," Trisha groaned.

"Please, what? Don't forget how to address me," Razor warned, his open palm smacking hard across her buttocks as she yelped.

"Please Master. I-I want to come," she sighed, her teeth clenched as he continued to suck on her pert nipples. 

"Go ahead, slave. COME. Admit it...you were born to be my slave. Admit this and maybe I'll keep you rather than sell you to the highest bidder," he said.

Highest bidder? The very idea of being sold like a piece of meat, like cattle on the auction block, sent her blood running cold. But the fire between her legs was like a river of lava that refused to be diverted, spreading through her limbs and veins as need made her breasts and cunt ache in the worst way. 

She began to grind her hips, what little she could with her ankles tied to the floor. She carefully moved her bottom up, then plunged it back down to fuck herself on the solid vibrator's spongy tip. Meanwhile Razor's skillful hands continued their attentions. 

"Please don't sell me, Master! I'll be a very good slave," Trisha moaned, trying to please the crazy man who held her captive, the same man who was also giving her the most maddening arousal with the feel of his hand now cupping her sex. He held her there for a moment, her labia nestled around the vibrating shaft, and then with sudden power he gripped both her shoulders and shoved her all the way onto the cock until it filled her completely.

She groaned as the vibrating penis stretched her sore cunt, but the feelings were also too pleasurable to ignore. Razor flicked his steady fingers deftly against her clit, massaging in circular taunts that finally sent her over the edge as her hips continued to gyrate. 

"Oohhh Master!" she crooned. Her neck snapped to the side, her eyes flying open. Her mouth went slack as the orgasm overtook her, forcing her pussy to clench so hard around that vibrator. "Aaaahhh!" she cried as she felt his warm hand fall gently across the nape of her neck, holding her still for a possessive kiss. 

His tongue dove into her mouth, taking its fill and wrestling with hers until he had the chance to savor her taste. Reluctantly, it seemed, he finally drew back, admiring the naked redhead panting in front of him, the juices streaming down the vibrating shaft clearly her own...and filling the room with a fragrance that only sexual fluids can. 

He looked at her with a suddenly softened gaze, and Trisha knew then, with abrupt certainty, that she'd gained a toehold. He wasn't just a sadistic monster. He felt some affection for her - and the fleeting softness in those eyes gave him away. 'I have to use that to my advantage,' Trisha realized. 'I'll do what I have to do.'

"Thank you Master," she sighed, her head falling forward in a calculated display of exhaustion. Razor's hand cupped her chin, bringing her back up to look at him.

"What's your name, slave?"

"Master, my name is Trisha." 

"Did you enjoy that, Slave? I'm ready to give you your new name. Slave Cum Bunny sounds good enough, don't you think?"

'Oh no. I can't let him dehumanize me,' Trisha thought. "Please Master, call me Slave Trisha. Please let me keep my name," she begged. She leaned into him, sucking on his testicles before licking up and down his shaft. "Please let this slave keep her name, Master. I'll eat out my fellow slaves' pussies for your enjoyment" she hurriedly added, wondering whether that depraved offer had a prayer of working as a bargaining chip.

To her relief Razor seemed to consider it. He turned off the vibrator, making Trisha sigh with relief. His one hand idly stroked her breasts as he seemed lost in his own world for a moment.

"Very well...Slave Trisha," he said. As he spoke he loosened the ankle bindings enough to lift her off the vibrator, removed it, and then slipped underneath her to impale her snatch on his very real, warm, and throbbing cock. She just sat there, the heat of his chest against her back engulfing her, and damn it, but those hard muscles and body warmth against her naked torso made her pussy moisten with new arousal.

He reached around, lazily cupping her clitoris against his palm. She felt his upturned lips turn into a smile against the back of her head as her body went rigid with lust, breaths coming in labored spurts through her teeth.

"We will have you join your friends in a little while, and you can prove to me your submission. Do this, and I might just keep you as my own," he added. His tongue slid against the side of her neck, sending shivers of goose bumps down her sides. "But while we wait, perhaps you can entertain me?" he asked, and she knew just how deceptive his questioning tone really was.

'You're making progress, Trisha,' she thought inwardly. 'Don't stop now.' Slowly she began to grind on his lap, groaning as she felt his cock press against her insides. She pressed her head backward against his chest, moaning and making sure he had a perfect view of her breasts and rock-hard nipples. "This slave would love to entertain you, Master," she half-groaned, half-purred, as she looked back up at him. 

Razor leaned down, his lips capturing hers as his arms snaked across her abdomen, enfolding her tightly to him. She sat on his manhood, filled completely as she enthusiastically rode his shaft. As his hot, hungry and eminently demanding mouth smothered her moans, she wondered one thing.

Where would this twisted adventure in captivity lead next? The lust of her body's betrayal seemed to scorch her mind, making sane choices no longer sane...or real.

END OF PART ONE. TO BE CONTINUED...

*****

I hope you enjoyed the story. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better! 

~gaggedKitty