SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE - Sex Stories

SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE

... toward their hotel with arm in arm... HE had sprayed them with some kind of awful stuff that made her sneeze and drop onto the bed. Then, she remembered smelling something else. Something that had given her the most excruciating headache she had ever had. Her entire body throbbed from it now. Wheels... wheels under her body. She was in some kind of vehicle and they were moving... but where? And whatever for? What would Tyson think when he learned they had been k**napped? He would be outraged and worried. And what if she never came back? She made a mental note to tell her captors, whoever they were, that her fiance wouldn't give them one penny and they might as well put her to death. She felt a mite martyrish saying that to herself. Well, maybe she could bargain with them. But how would her captors even know that she was engaged to a wealthy man? She struggled to adjust her sitting position, but it was hopeless. So tightly were her hands and feet bound that each movement was more painful than the last. Stark naked with only that ridiculous towel under her, Ursula felt hopeless. Weak with hunger and demoralized with fear, she tried to sl**p again... but even that was useless. Penny gritted her teeth. How could she have been so stupid? Letting a total stranger into her room. But hell, she had done that so many times before. Even at the Hewitt Regency... and at least a dozen times that month before that. Promiscuous or not, she hadn't expected THIS!!! And that guy seemed so ...

... nice and charming and sexy in the beginning. They had had such a nice talk in the park. He offered a cigarette, and then the rest was not so clear. Something in that cigarette had made her light-headed and... something else... compliant... yes! That was it. It was as though there were some kind of hypnotic ingredient in that smoke. Some kind of substance that broke her will. She vaguely remembered that the two of them had gone across the street to her pension and walked up the steps to her room. The first few minutes had been fun. The guy had undressed her and done all kinds of really wet things to her. First, he kissed her tits. That was always sweet for openers. But he didn't kiss them in any particularly fond way, just expert. He performed like a stud... yes, that was it. He performed like a trained fucking stud. He was hung like one, too, as she recalled. His schlong meat was hard before he even got his pants down. She remembered because when he was pressing his chest to her tits and sucking her nipples, she could feel his full, hard member against her hips. Anxious, she bent over and unzipped him. It was a genuine boner well enough. Long and thick and slightly bullet shaped on the head. But juicy. She remembered that real well. She had sucked him a long time, too. A very long time as a matter of fact, though time may have been a little screwed up since she smoked that funny cigarette. She got down on her knees and he held her head hard between his hands and she sucked his ...