KIDNAPPED AND FUCKED IN MEXICO - Sex Stories

KIDNAPPED AND FUCKED IN MEXICO

... success in this game was to always take the wife, and to keep the ransom demand at a “reasonable” amount... one that Americans vacationing in Mexico City and shopping in Polanco could pretty easily afford. This way there was less push-back, a higher likelihood of a quick, successful ransom drop, and the woman could be returned quickly to her spouse. They learned that if the money and woman were exchanged quickly and successfully, then the entire incident tended to be downplayed, and everything remained under the radar. Asking for too much ransom would risk the efficiency of getting paid quickly, and would require them to keep the woman captive for too many days... increasing the chances for problems to occur.

As the white van turned the corner and disappeared, Miguel continued to unhurriedly explain the situation to Chuck, saying, “You can go to the police, if you like... they will laugh at you and ignore you... or they will take money from you to act.... and then they will laugh at you and ignore you. Our monthly payment to el capitan helps assure this. The choice is yours.”

Chuck.... flustered and stumbling on his words, as he tried to make sense of what was happening.... eventually collected himself and said, “B-but... I... uh... it... it will take me some time to make arrangements for the money.”

Miguel nodded and said, “No problema.... your wife will stay with us until you deliver the ransom.... but you better get started. We will keep her alive for a couple of ...

... days, but you should know that it will not be pleasant for her.”

Unable to find the words for the situation he was in, Chuck struggled to maintain his composure, and just meekly nodded his understanding.

Miguel then pocketed his knife and walked away, checking behind him as he went, and noting that Chuck had hailed a cab to take him to his hotel... or to the police station.... it didn’t really matter which. Eventually he would be forced to accept the circumstances and start collecting the ransom money.... they always did.

Three blocks away, Miguel approached the white van that was waiting there for him. He opened the side door and climbed into the back with Raul and Sherry.

Raul still held Sherry in front of him on the bench seat in the back of the van.... her back against his chest and his knees on either side of her writhing body. He still had his hand over her mouth, and the other arm wrapped around her waist.... her eyes were as big as dinner plates, as she continued to struggle.... but she wasn’t nearly strong enough to break his grip.

Sherry’s struggling had caused the top of her dress to pull down past one of her boobs, allowing it to bounce around like crazy as she fought unsuccessfully to free herself from Raul’s grip.

Pablo had leaned over the back of the driver’s seat, smiling.... his eyes locked onto Sherry’s flailing tits. The uncovered boob was most appealing... the heavy flesh wobbling about as she struggled with Raul... the areola and nipple ...