The Captive - Sex Stories

The Captive

... This is my cousin, Sean, but he is stocky while I am thin. "Well, well Khambrel, what have we here? A good size, is she not? Still the Cuban will like her, I think?" "Yeah, Sean, that's what I thought –not the Russian, he likes them thin but this one, this one is perfect for the Cuban...Yes." "W-What the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you bastards? What do...." This last query is halted by me pushing down on your shoulders and hissing in your ear. "Shut up bitch! You just be quiet and Sean'll explain it all to you." With little other option available to you, you clamp your mouth shut and put on a determined face. You wouldn't show your fear to these two assholes, no way. But they could see your torso trembling and know the truth. A sneer passes over Sean's face as he addresses you as if you are a little girl who didn't understand too well. "You see my dear, you are nothing more than a commodity to us, to our 'operation'. Every weekend there is somebody to pick up in the city, some girl a little the worse for wear and stupid enough to be out alone. Khambrel here makes such a convincing taxi driver, doesn't he (you feel me massage your shoulders roughly at this - you want to scream and shout but we convey a menace that, while not backed up by any weapons or v******e, is none the less very real and intimidating)." He steps nearer and contemptuously cups your proud jaw in his right hand and peers at you as if you are an object of art and he a collector. "Hmmm. Yes, ...

... I'd say you're perfect. You see what we do is collect these women and deliver them to men who want them and are prepared to pay for them. There's the Russian, I believe he's got a mansion deep in the ice lands for his girls. Then there's the Saudi prince and his 'Harem'. And your buyer, well I think that'll be the Cuban, he's got a nice villa down in South America, I'm sure you'll like it there (his voice drips with sarcasm at this)." "B-But why? What do they want?" As if to demonstrate Sean plunges his hand under your skirt, fingering your tight pussy. "They want your sex my dear, your young, white pussy. And then will you join the others as a whore. Don't worry, they will treat you well as long as you behave. You will behave, won't you? Yes, I'm sure you will, you girls always do. Khambrel, take her to the warehouse at the border, she'll be collected there, I'll phone on ahead." Before you take this all in, I pull you up and snap a pair of handcuffs on your wrist, jerking your other arm behind your back. Next I snap the other cuff on your free wrist. You know you are in really deep shit now. Sean acts as if he has dismissed you from his thoughts already, getting busy shuffling and arranging papers on the old, battered desk. Meanwhile, I am using my strength to pull/drag you back to the taxi. Sobering quickly, you decide now is the time to fight back. Wriggling, you try jabbing your heels onto my feet. It is a futile effort. I had seen this done too many times and retain my ...