World Cup Wager - Sex Stories

World Cup Wager

... like I am going to win,” Farouk mocking her. By the time half-an-hour had come and gone, it was 2-0 for Libya. “I am going to enjoy you for an entire month!!” Farouk continuing to mock her. When the game was over, it was already closer to 9PM Central European time. Libya had won the game, by 5-1. Farouk won. Anna lost. She was now his slave for a month. His bitch for an entire month. “From now on you are my slave. You belong to me. You will always call me Master. Now bitch give me your passport,” he ordered her. Farouk came and sat by Anna’s table. She humbly opened her handbag, and handed her European Union Danish passport to him. He took it. “Now follow me bitch!!” he yelled at her. He got up from the table, heading straight to the entrance-exit. She responded in a self-defeated tone, “Yes Master.” She walked right behind him. She followed him all the way to where a car was parked. She then remembered her own car. “Master I came here with my car. Maybe I can drive and follow your car on mine,” she tried insisting. But with quick speed, he slapped her hard on her face. “No. you will come with me in my car. I don’t care what happens to your ca,” he yelled at her. He then opened the back trunk of his car. She gulped. She knew where she was going to be inside the car. “Master please. I don’t think I can handle it!!” she pleaded. He slapped her hard again. “You are mine heart and soul bitch. You will obey me and never talk back. Got that!!” he was yelling at her. She nodded, ...

... with her once proud blue eyes now streaming with defeated tears. “Now get inside the trunk!!” he commanded her. Anna reluctantly climbed into the trunk, squashing her body inside. But before she could say another word, he slammed the trunk door. He got inside his own car, and then drove away. He drove them all the way to where he lived. For Anna, she had a sigh of relief when he opened the car trunk. “Get out bitch!!” he ordered her. Anna gratefully got out of the car trunk. She didn’t want to be inside there again. She followed him into his house, a one-storey building, off the side of some highway. His house wasn’t that far from the woods. Once inside his house, he made her stand in front of him, in the living room. He sat on the sofa, facing her. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered her. “Yes Master,” Anna replied with fear in her voice. Anna stripped down, from her working clothes all the way to her bra and panty. “Now I want you to turn around so I can get a good look at you,” Farouk said. “Yes Master,” she responded. Farouk could tell that she had a sexy slim body. From her right butt cheek towards the back of her thigh, he could make out a dragon tattoo. “You are such a slut aren’t you!! Tell me something bitch, how many guys have you had sex with?” Farouk asked. “Too many to count, Master!!” she replied. He got up from where he was sat and started piling all her clothes together. “You won’t be needing these anymore. From now on you are always going to be naked!!” he said. ...