A few words from MR. Longfello. This fictional story, involving crimes of human sex trafficking, rape and sex slavery is not about the criminals who commit these heinous crimes, it's about two young victims who do what it takes to survive. Please heed what I say. Rape is an act of violence, not passion. Respect women, no mater who they are or what their profession might be. If you don't respect theme, they won't respect you. Human Sex Trafficking is a major problem in our modern day society, if you see something say something.
21st Century Sex Slaves, part 1. The Auction.
Jack Higgins is going to an auction within the hour, to a man like him a sixty year old retired eight years divorced Air force officer; a narcissist misogynist who claims he's done it all. What happens today will top his bucket list, he'll be attending an illegal sex slave auction. Which in a way is something new to this self made millionaire who pretty much has everything he wants.
Around twelve hours ago he flew his twin engine Cessna from a municipal airport near Barstow California to a rarely used airport somewhere near the Tex-Mexico border. After landing just before nightfall he checked into a cheap motel near the airport where he's to meet a man only known as Hector who will drive him and a few unnamed men to a secret location known only as The Ranch.
Over a year ago, Samuel Dillon an old friend of his bought Melissa, a chestnut haired green eyed teenage girl who was just eighteen at the time of purchase from this same secretive human trafficking cartel. Using his airplane, Jack helped the man smuggle his illegal purchase back to their home in California. Since then Sam has shared Melissa with Jack more than a few times and after enjoying these little sex parties for almost two years, he decided to purchase a slave of his own. Someone he can teach the fine arts of sexual discipline to, just as Sam has done with Melissa.
Hector is supposed to arrive within the hour, but it seems he's running late this morning causing this usually reserved man to feel anxiety; a feeling he's never been prone to until today. He peers into a cracked mirror on the wall observing his face, noticing his brown hair beginning to recede at the hairline and there's just a touch of gray appearing throughout his neatly trimmed hair. His brown eyes show the anxiety brewing behind them.
“Dammit I hate this waiting shit,” he whispers. “He's supposed to be here at 0900, what the hell is going on,” he speaks aloud looking at his watch.
Feeling liquor will quell his anxiety he grabs a half-pint bottle of Bourbon from the top of an old beat-up dresser, opens it then begins chugging down a few good swigs. A sudden knock at his door causes him to lurch sending drips of mind numbing liquor running down his chin. After quickly screwing the lid back on he stuffs the bottle inside the inner breast pocket of his old leather flight jacket then yells out. “Who's there,” before opening his door.
“I am Hector.” said the unseen visitor. Hearing the name Jack quickly opens the door finding a young twenty something dark haired Mexican man.
“Well it's about time,” he says in a huff.
“I am not late Amigo, you are just anticipating what you are about to do a little too much my friend. Now lets go, the other buyers are waiting outside in my van.”
“Now just hold your horses buddy I almost forgot something.” Jack said, holding one hand up.
He kneels down pulling a briefcase from under his bed, it's full of untraceable cash; a necessary requirement of all Ranch auctions. Following Hector outside into the warm morning sun there's a white utility van waiting near his room with the engine running. All passenger windows have been painted over in matching white paint, keeping any nosy buyers from seeing where they're going; it's all just as Sam said it would be. Hector opens the side door, looking in Jack finds six men of various ages all wearing black sleeping mask over their eyes. Once he sits down Hector hands him a mask. “Please wear this amigo, it is a request of my bosses,” said Hector. A chill runs down Jack's spine, seeing fear in the young mans eyes when he speaks of his mafia employers.
THE AUCTION
A few hours later at the ranch Jack sits in an old wooden chair alongside two out of six men he met during the long ride to the middle of nowhere. During these few hours, he has watched four men bid for and buy their selected girls. Almost every girl being sold before his eyes were all dressed to sell, wearing revealing tube tops, panties an bras, and the last girl to be sold wore nothing at all. He had some fun taking liberties along with every man there inspecting each girl, being slow to grope their bodies; checking for defects as the ranch hand slave traders call it. This was all very exciting to a misogynist like him, but none of these girls fit the type of young teen he's looking for.
Just as he's taking a sip of Bourbon from the pint he stashed in his jacket pocked, the girl of his dreams is led by a leash upon the auction stage. She's a beautiful girl with long thick light blond hair and bright blue eyes, or at least she would have bright blue eyes had they not been so red from crying or maybe lack of sleep. He likes the way uncle Bob, the auctioneer and lead master of the Ranch has dressed her, in nothing more then a pink Camisole top held up by thin shoulder straps and pink cotton panties pulled tight against her crotch.
Her hands are cuffed behind her back with pink fake fur covered hand cuffs, one shoulder strap falls exposing one small pert breast and its little pink nipple. She's frightened just as every girl before her has been, at this moment she's looking down at the floor averting her eyes away from the three remaining men sitting next to eachother ogling her young body with bad intent. Uncle Bob places the tip of his riding crop under her chin speaking her name.
“Lift your face Vanessa, show these horny old men how pretty you are.” He stands beside the five foot-three teen fondling her small breast. Jack hears him whisper in her ear. “They all want to buy you then fuck you senseless.”
She looks at Jack, he winks and rubs his now very hard cock.
“How old are you my dear.” Jack asks. When she doesn't reply soon enough Uncle Bob gives her a quick swat on the ass with his riding crop. “Och!” she yelps.
“Hey whore,” he growls. “The man asked your age. Now tell him, or I'll hurt even worse.”
Her voice trembles. “I'm eighteen.”
An old barrel chested man sitting beside Jack speaks,asking. “Is she a virgin.”
Bob reply's chuckling. “Well sir, she was before arriving here. But anyway, let me show you something cool about this sweet little honey's backdoor. She's one of my favorite trainees, and here's why.”
He turns her around then forces her to kneel, gently but firmly nudging her head to the floor. Now face down with her rear up, he speaks while forcing an index finger inside her anus.
“See how flexible she is,” he said casual. “Now I just happen to have an eight inch dick, and needless to say as you can see, her tight little hole has perfect elasticity.”
“Ugh!” she grunts feeling him shove two long fingers deep inside her anus.
“She's not what I'm looking for.” says a third man sitting to Jack's left. “Do you have Asian girls?”
Bob pulls his fingers away before addressing the client. “Yes sir, we have one Japanese girl. But I will warn you sir, she's not completely trained.” He tugs on Vanessa's dog leash. “Stand up slut, it's time for the bidding to start between these two remaining men right over here.”
Jack's heart races a little faster. He's a wheeler dealer having been to a few car auctions, but he's never bartered for a living human being before. The man bedside him bids first.
“I bid fifty grand,” said the sixty-five year old man.
“Fifty-five,” said Jack
Throughout the bidding Vanessa's eyes dart back an forth, eyeing each man with tears streaming down here cheeks. She doesn't like being bartered for as if she's some sort of live-stock.. But she does find Jack to be the better more pleasant looking of the men, the other man is old and fat with a large ugly looking pock marked nose bearing an even uglier looking wort just above its tip.
The bidding takes a while and by now the ugly fat man has bid seventy grand, leaving Jack with the dilemma of biding higher. In between this bid uncle Bob lets each man step forward to inspect her body. The fat man forces her mouth open, looking at her teeth asking.
“Can she suck cock, and if so has she bitten anyone with these pretty white teeth of hers. I don't like biters. I personally pulled all of my slave girl Britney's teeth out because she bit me.” She tries to pull away, seeing her reaction he adds. “Oh don't worry little girl I'm a retired dentist. I've made a nice set of dentures for her, they look good in her mouth. She's twenty now and very pregnant. I need a youngster like you around to keep me satisfied until she bears my child.”
Jack stands beside her exploring her firm round ass and pussy, finding her soft warm cuntlips slightly moist. Fondling her breast he discovers, her nipples growing erect. He feels her heart beat, it excites him even more than before. “I bid ninety grand for this little beauty,” he replies confident, knowing she'll be worth every penny once they're back home at he and Samuel Dillon's Mojave desert estate.
Bob slaps Jack on the back exclaiming. “Sold! She's all yours sir.” Jack's heartbeat quickens as he hands the end of her dog leash to him. “Walk your little pet right this way to my office,” Bob said, showing a wide car salesmen like smile while pointing towards a dimly lit hallway.
As Vanessa walks before him, Jack cant keep his eyes from noticing the way her firm round ass waddles perfectly for his enjoyment. He want's to enter her back door as well, he finds himself wanting a job out here on this mysterious ranch. Inside the office uncle Bob barks an order to Vanessa.
“Kneel beside your new master.”
To Jack's delight she quickly drops to her knees beside his chair. After counting every bill of Jack's untraceable cash, uncle Bob speaks nonchalantly.
“We always drug the girls, and give their new owners a little extra sedative so each girl is nice and quiet for the ride home. But one thing I always offer our customers is a chance to fuck their new pet before leaving in. And if you don't mind me asking I'll be more then happy to assist, just incase she gives you trouble. But don't be alarmed Jack, little Nessy here, she's been with us for about six months now and I will say, although she was a trouble maker at first she finally came around to learning our way of doing things,” he looks down at Vanessa. “You learned real good didn't you baby.”
She doesn't speak, only nodding her head in agreement.
“Okay Jack, take her leash and follow me to one of our training rooms,” Bob said before adding. “How's that sweet Melissa girl doing, is she being a good girl for ole Sammy boy.”
“She's doing fine,” Jack replied
“Well that's great news,” said Bob. “You know, in all my time as foreman here at the ranch. I've never came upon a real live Amish girl like her. Oh man me and the boy's enjoyed training that innocent little lady. She didn't know shit about sex, but by the time Sam came to buy her, she knew everything.”
Knowing from experience of what happens in this so called training room, Vanessa isn't so quick to follow. As Jack stands then walks behind Bob, her leash goes tight. Finding she's not fowling he yanks her leash growling. “Get up girl! I've bought you fare and square, it's time I take you for little a test ride before taking you home. Now get up, or I'll make you wish you never resisted me.”
Hearing his harsh words she quickly stands knowing exactly where the training room is she guides him from the office following behind uncle Bob, of whom for the six months of her new life as a slave has been one of her main trainers. Truth be known uncle Bob is totally infatuated her.
Their walk takes them through a much larger complex then Jack thought the old ranch could be, after turning a third corner at the end of this hallway uncle Bob punches a code into a small keyboard unlocking a sturdy looking door. As the door opens they hear chattering voices of young women echoing from the next hall, they go quiet hearing the door open. Stepping in Jack's eyes fall upon ten rows of steel bared jail cells, each cell holding one woman.
There are small name tags above each cell, one tag bears the name Keiko. She's Asian with long silky jet black hair and looks to be at least eighteen. There's a young Mexican girl named Maria locked in a cell across from her's, sitting on a small mattress placed on the floor sucking her thumb while hugging her arms around her legs. The only thing she's wearing is a pair of clean white cotton panties. The next few cells contain women of different ages, all attractive to say the least in their dire states of existence.
Bob turns to find Jack eyeing his inmates slowing his pace as he walks behind.
“Come on guy, lets go have some fun with Vanessa. Some of these girls aren't completely trained yet, and one of them will be sold to the last buyer in a few minutes.” A man walks in behind them then unlocks Keiko's cell door. “Oh Yeah Al,” Bob orders. “Take her out to the guy who wanted an Asian, he's going to love her.” As Al leads Keiko out of her cell another man steps in unlocking Maria's cell door. “No Jimmy, leave her there. I've decided not to sell any of our girls to that fucking retired dentist. As a mater of fact, have Hector take him back to the airport. And if he gives you guys any trouble, take him out and shoot him then bury his fat ass somewhere the desert.”
“Sure thing boss, we'll take care of the man.” Jimmy reply's with a smile.
Scents of sex and sweat emanating from the remaining sex slaves enhance Jack's arousal as he walks behind Vanessa still holding her leash. He's barley able to control the lust he's had for her since first seeing the blond haired blue eyed teen over an hour ago upon that slave sales stage. Stepping inside the training room, he sees a few items he has bought and has even built with his own hands of which are waiting for Vanessa back home. Multiple sets of chains with leather cuffs dangle from the ceiling. At one end of the room is a bondage horse, made from an old Gymnastics vaulting horse. Its handles have been removed from the center, replaced with leather upholstered cushioning over its back and chains with leather cuffs made to fit a female slaves wrist and ankles attached to all four legs.
Bob unlocks Vanessa's handcuffs, while Jack unclips the leash from her dog collar then orders.
“Take your top and panties off. Do it now girl.” Hearing him yell, just as Bob and others have done over time she quickly slips out of what little clothing she has on. Both Bob and Jack kick their shoes off then drop their pants and underwear. Jack grabs his now hard cock and shakes it, telling his newly acquired slave. “Come here, get on your knees, suck me off slut!”
Knowing she'll be punished if she doesn't she kneels, taking hold of her new masters hard cock in one hand while cradling his testicles with the other before wrapping her soft young lips around the mans cock. “Ahh yes!” Jack moans feeling the sweet girls warm lips sliding up and down his meat.
“She's a good little cocksucker isn't she Jack.” Bob said, watching his young trainee like a proud father would do a daughter at a sporting event. He slowly strokes his cock enjoying the scene unfolding before his dark brown eyes. She had given oral sex before being enslaved, doing this with boys she dated was her way of pleasing them and saving her virginity for marriage. Back when she was free she never swallowed but being forced everyday as she has, the hardest part was accepting if she didn't she received sever punishments and for swallowing they rewarded her with better treatment.
“Go ahead Jack throat fuck her, she can take it.” Bob said to Vanessa's dismay
But for Jack, wanting to know how her throat feels around his throbbing cock he pushes her head down. Although hating the act she knows to breath through her nose whenever it's done. Her gagging throat feels so good as it contracts around his shaft. He pulls out letting her breath then shoves back in, she gags, it's music to his ears. Watching young Vanessa forcefully swallowing his cock brings on fond memories of helping Sam with his slave Melissa, he's looking forward to sharing his new girl with his old friend and the mans slave.
“Bring her over to the horse,” said Bob. “We can buckle her down, then do a little push me pull me play with her. Come on man, there's nothing more enjoyable then sharing a girl on the horse.”
Jack pulls from her mouth then grabs her by one arm, pulling her up then leading her towards the horse. She struggles, showing she's not to crazy about the horse. Bob speaks somewhat comforting words.
“Be a good girl for us now. Once we're through, I'm sure your new master will let you rest.”
Her young voice squeaks. “How do you want me?” she questions
“On your tummy,” said Jack. “I'm going to fuck your tight little ass, and I'm sure uncle Bob wants to fuck your hot little mouth and throat as well.”
She climbs upon the horse assuming a submissive position, holding her wrist and ankles in place making it easy for both men to cuff her down. After doing her ankles Jack stands behind the girl admiring how she looks with her plump little ass up high ready to be fucked, and her chin resting on a pad at Bob's end. Bob rubs the head of his cock over her lips speaking in a perverted melancholy tone.
“I'm going to miss you Vanessa. Now suck my dick whore!” She quickly opens her mouth letting him in without complaint. “Ahh, yes baby,” he moans. “You are a true natural cocksucker.”
Kneeling down behind her Jack begins exploring her cunt with his fingers and tongue, he loves tasting young teens like Vanessa. With Bob's cock between her lips she begins humping her ass up an down showing she's enjoying the way he's licking her pussy and anus. She gags a little when the man pulls out, telling Jack. “Fuck her tight ass. Come on bud I know you want to.” Bob kneels down giving her a kiss before telling her. “Tell your new master you want him to fuck you in the ass.”
“Please Mister Jack, fuck my in the ass.” she replies in a breathless little voice. Jack has licked her anus, getting it nice and wet. He's not a completely cruel man, he shoves in slowly looking down enjoying the view of her little pink sphincter as his thick cock stretches it to the max.
Bob kneels down whispering perverted words of lust. “You like it don't you baby girl. You're a little ass fuck whore aren't ya baby. Oh yeah baby, you and I have done some nasty things together haven't we. And you've loved every second of it, haven't you.” He looks up at Jack, who at this time is fucking her slow. “Fuck her a little harder man, she can take it.”
Hearing the mans reassuring words he starts thrusting in harder. Vanessa's body rocks back an forth as he fucks her harder. Just as she opens her mouth to let out a little scream, Bob shoves his hard cock back in. “Ahh, yes,” the bald headed man exclaims. “There's nothing better then sharing a girl on the bondage horse. Now suck me whore, make me cum. It's our last time together, do a good job.”
As of now, Bob isn't shoving all eight inches of his cock inside her mouth. He's just letting it slide back an forth between her soft lips as Jack fucks her from behind, rocking her body back an forth in perfect rhythm. Her new master is completely enjoying the tight warm feeling of her sphincter muscle as it slips and slides over his cock shaft as he plunges in over and over like a smooth running piston. He's enjoying little grunting and gagging sounds escaping her mouth as she sucks Bob's cock to each thrust of his hips. Umph, ugh, umph, ugh. These sounds are music to he and Bob's sadistic minds.
The smell of sex fills the air of the ten by twelve room. Each man moans and grunts their pleasure as they enjoy Vanessa's lips and anus with every minute of elapsed time. Her ravaged body gives into this lust filled orgy, she not being sure if it's a blessing or an outright degrading curse. After what seems an eternity, Bob grunts a loud pleasured moan. He cums jetting hot streams of sperm down her throat, she swallow every drop of his hot white seed. But as always before when had raped mouth like this, he ejects so much sperm it flows out of her mouth and down her chin.
Suddenly hearing Bob's grunts of pleasure, Jack loses control cumming hard inside Vanessa's bowels. She feels his thick hard throbbing cock jetting warm sperm deep inside her body triggering small tremors of pleasure rushing throughout her body as her new master moans and grunts his sexual pleasure, sounding like a vicious predatory animal. Each man stands before her and behind her leaving their slowly deflating cocks inside her mouth and anus.
Uncle Bob breaks the silence. “Ahh yes my little slut! I've trained you well. Did you enjoy her Jack, or should I return your money and sell her to that retired dentist.”
“Oh hell no!” Jack reply's sounding a bit out of breath. “There's no way I would ever let you sell her to that asshole. Now wrap her up because she's going home with me.”
Hearing his reply she's at the least somewhat elated to hear him say, he won't allow the man who pulls his slaves teeth to buy her. After unbuckling the black leather wrist and ankle restraints from her arms and legs. Her knees weak from their abuse, she almost falls attempting to stand beside the bondage horse. Jack grabs hold of her, joking. “Well I did fuck you senseless, didn't I baby.”
“There's a bathroom with a shower over there,” said Bob. “You can both cleanup while I go find some traveling clothing for Vanessa. And oh yes I need to get something from my office.”
Jack takes Vanessa hand then leads the exhausted girl through a nearby door. Once inside the small bathroom he turns the shower on, adjust the flowing water to a proper temp then pulls his girl inside the mid size shower stall. The warm water feels good as it flows over her warn-out body. Jack begins washing her hair using lavender scented shampoo, being careful keeping the thick soap bubbles from her eyes. Now he's being gentle after raping her the way he did, he speaks in a calm soft voice.
“I like you sweetheart, you're such a pretty girl. When I first saw you being led up on that stage I just knew you were the one I came here for.”
She never speaks as he switches from washing her hair to gently washing her small breast.
“Do you like the way I'm washing you, does it feel good when I play with your nipples like this?”
She's in a dazed state listening to him talk as he fondles her breast. “Um, yes...It dose, I guess,” she reply's. He likes her slight smokey voice hearing what seems to be a slight southern accent.
“Where are you from?” he asks while sliding a hand to her sex. “Now just spread your legs apart so I can wash your dirty little cunt. Oh my look how pink your little cunt lips are,” he says spreading them wide with his fingertips.
“I'm from...Dallas,” she stammers, feeling him diddling her sensitive clit.
Spotting tears starting to flow, he speaks in a soft comforting voice. “Oh now Vanessa, there's no need for you to cry. Have you ever heard of fate.” She shakes her head no. “Well everyone in our world is effected by fate. Fate is the destiny or path; if you will of which god gives each one of us to follow. And it just so happens the path you were given led you to become my slave.”
He kisses her cheek while gently fingering the lips of her sex, she begins rocking her sex against his invading fingertips. “You like how this feels don't you sexy girl, well anyway do you understand the concept of fate?” Her eyes flutter as she nodes her head yes, without saying a word. He whispers. “Ahh yes so you do understand, and in time of being my slave I just know you'll learn everything there is to know about fate.”
Uncle Bob steps in disturbing his moment. “Hey I found a nice little sundress for her to wear, but if you want her to wear panties the only ones she has are these little pink numbers she wore during the auction,” he sniffs her panties. “Mm, they're kinda ripe because she's been wearing them off and on for about a month or so,” he shoves them into his pants pocket. “I'll keep them for a souvenir.”
His reaction makes Jack chuckle. “Just let me dry her off, then we can slip that pretty yellow dress over her nude body. I'll be flying her back home in my private plane so no one but me will know she's gone commando today. And beside, she's just too damned sexy for panties anyway.”
“Okay,” said Bob stepping next to Vanessa holding her new dress up. “Lift your arms so I can slip this nice new dress over your sexy lil body.” She lifts her arms in a subdued manner, just as her new dress slips down over her body Bob jams a hypodermic needle containing a mild sedative into the soft flesh of her left arm. She emits a surprised. “Och!!” then all of a sudden the world around her blurs as she slips into an almost unconscious dazed state of mind, she begins to fall but Jack holds in his arms.
“Okay Jack,” said Bob. “Once you're dressed I'll drive you and your girl out to the airport. I called my boys over there and they say your plane will be fueled and ready to fly before we arrive, all free of charge by the way, a courtesy of our friends in the cartel and their leader Carlos Mariano. And here.” he says shoving an eight by ten vanilla envelope into Jack's right hand.
“What is this?” Jack asks
“It's your girls personal files. The first part is surveillance work done by our collector; of which all collectors do before taking any targets fitting characteristics they're asked to find, showing almost every detail of her life. There is a detailed description of who her parents relatives are, wealth status and all that good stuff. This collector even hacked into her high school records. And as we do with all trainee candidates we researched her medical history, finding she's healthy and free of any pesky little venereal disease's. And there's an evaluation chart I wrote for her; as I do for every girl here at the ranch describing attitude changes she went through during her training sessions.”
“Damn!” Jack reply's. “I've purchased classic cars with less information then this.”
But there's a slight glimmer of discontent weighing on his mind as he takes the envelope filled with details of his slaves life. Knowing Vanessa is not some exotic brand of classic sports car; of which he has a growing collection of parked with care back home in his garage. She's a living human-being!
An hour later once Jack gains a proper altitude, he locks the controls of his Cessna into auto pilot, unbuckles his seat belt then walks back into the midsize passenger cabin where he buckled Vanessa into an upright position in one of two seats, she's sound asleep. Before take off he leaned her seat back keeping her body from slumping forward. Seeing the hem of her yellow sundress is hiked-up exposing her hairless cunt, causes his cock to grow hard once more. He slips out of his shoes pants and underwear then unbuckles the sleeping teenager from her seat. There's a couch to his right fitted into the interior which also folds out to a small bed. After folding it into a bed he slips her dress off then lays her down spreading her legs wide exposing the lips of her virgin cunt. Uncle Bob gave him some smelling salts to wake her if need be, after breaking the package open he holds it under her nose.
The strong odor of ammonia only half wakes his sleeping beauty, her blue eyes flutter open. “Hello baby,” he says with his face only inches from hers. She's groggy and half asleep but he wants her so bad it doesn't mater. Although he's never been into molesting drugged women he disobeys his rule first giving her soft pink lips a kiss before kissing his way down her neck, stopping to suck on her flesh giving her a purplish pink hickey. He speaks whispering seductively close to her ear while reaching down with one hand fingering her cunt.
“I'm going to fuck you. Yes I know you're half asleep, but I just cant help myself. You belong to me now and as your master I have the right to fuck you anytime I want.”
Soft little moans of pleasure escape her lips as he fingers her pussy while kissing his way towards her wide spread legs. She feels and sees what he's doing but can barely move her drugged body; her mind says no but her body says yes to these tingling sexual feelings. Now kneeling on the floor Jack spreads her legs wider leans down and begins eating her freshly showered pussy, she moans feeling him spreading the lips of her pretty pink labia, slowly bucking her hips feeling his warm breath and wet tongue as he licks her clit. Liking her reaction he begins sucking and fingering her with more vigor.
The fresh musky sweet scent of her sex turns him on to the max, causing his cock to grow so hard it hurts. 'I need to fuck her now' he thinks as he licks her wet little slit like a starving man enjoying his first meal in years. Noting the petite size of her body he finds it easier on him and her if he slides her body down towards his pelvis setting her butt cheeks to the edge of the foldout couch with her spread legs dangling down.
“Ahh yes my dear, you look so sexy all spread wide like this for me.”
Holding his stiff erection with one hand while clutching her left leg with the other holding her in place he pushes the head of his thick cock in. Watching the thick head of his member slowly splitting her cuntlips is such an amazing sight, and although she is tight it slips in quite easily. He pulls back just so ever slightly then shoves in hard.
Although Vanessa had been half asleep before this, a little scream escapes her lips. Lifting her head she watches Jack shove in deeper, she's a little disoriented and confused and her vision is blurred. In her drugged state she's more curious about what he's doing to her then fearful.
He looks up finding she's now almost awake. “Well hello there sleepy head,” he said with a smile. “Now just relax and let me fuck your tight little pussy.” He shoves in deeper, burying five inches of his seven inch cock inside her tight sex. Going in this deep he begins fucking her at a slow pace, as he thrust inside her tight love hole cute little grunts echo from her slightly parted lips.
“Mmm,” he moans. “You feels so good wrapped around my cock like this. I'm going to fuck you a little harder now, but don't worry about it my sweet little whore just enjoy it as I am.”
Little squeaks and grunts escape her parted lips feeling his thick cock slipping faster and deeper inside the walls of her cunt with every thrust of his hips. After a few more minutes of hard fucking, slamming in so hard his thighs slap against the soft warm flesh of her inner thighs. He begins feeling signs of an orgasm starting in the depths of his testicles. Wanting his cum to flood the inner walls of his slaves sex he shoves in hard letting hot sperm flow deep within her young body, she feels his cock flexing shooting warm seed deep within her sex. Little tremors of pleasure tingle through her sex, he feels this reaction noticing the way her vaginal walls throbs around his shaft.
Coming back to his senses he looks at his watch, noticing he's been playing with Vanessa for about forty minutes and he needs to get back to the cockpit. Pulling out he looks down at her freshly fucked pussy, spotting semen flowing out. He stands then walks to a small bathroom leaving ravaged Vanessa lying on the couch, stepping inside he wipes his cock clean then grabs a towel and washcloth with the idea of cleaning her up so she'll be nice and fresh when she meets his friend Sam Dillon and his girl Melissa, they'll be waiting to give them a lift home at the small airport located somewhere in the Mojave dessert where he stores his Cessna in his own personal hanger.
Stepping back into the cabin he finds Vanessa setting upright looking down at her sex, examining sperm flowing from her privates with her fingertips. Sitting down beside her he gives her an affectionate kiss on the cheek telling her reassuringly.
“Don't worry babe, you'll be okay. Now spread your legs and let me clean you up.”
Scooping a dollop of sperm from her crack with two fingertips he raises them to her lips.
"Lick my fingers clean," he orders, she hesitates for a second. "I said lick them clean!" he adds sternly. She opens her mouth and licks them clean. “Ahh yes, you're being such a good girl for me.” Satisfied with her obedience he wipes her clean with the wet washcloth then drys her with the towel.
“There!” he says smiling. “You're all nice and clean,” he picks her dress from the floor. “Here slip this back on then set down in that seat across from you. We'll be landing pretty soon so I'll need to get you all buckled in..It's in the FAA regulations manual that all pilots are to see to it their passengers are setting safely in their seats during any landing scenario. I'm a by the book kinda man.”
Still groggy from being drugged, she slips the dress over her nude body then takes a seat. He buckles her in then reaches into a nearby drawer taking out a red ball-gag attached to a harness made of black elastic straps along with a set of brand-new prison style shackles. During her six month stay at the ranch she has been shackled and ball-gagged more then a few times, she despises any of these bondage accessories.
“No please,” she begs. “Please don't put those things on me.”
He looks into her frightened blue eyes speaking firmly as he cuffs her wrist. “Don't ever tell me no again Vanessa. As a mater of fact, from this time on I'm ordering you to wipe this useless two letter word from your vocabulary. You're my slave now, accept your fate.”
She says no more as he shackles her ankles with the remaining cuffs, shoves the red rubber ball-gag in her mouth securing its straps around her head then walks away into the cockpit.
THE END OF PART ONE
