"SOLD" by MFXslave
CHAPTER 1
The first day of my vacation would show to be my last day as a
free man. Or so it seems. I've given up any hope of being released or
rescued. My ankles and wrists are sore and aching and I don't even know
what month it is. I've got a foul taste in my mouth, and I shiver with
fear every time I hear steps in the stairs leading down to my dungeon,
halfway to hell.
My name is Franz Kuntz, I'm a German national you might have heard or
read about me. In the month of July, I vanished from the face of the
earth, during what was supposed to be a wonderful and well deserved
vacation in Brazil, after almost two years of constantly working overtime
as a reporter and editor at the local newspaper.
I thought of myself as a free man, recently divorced from my former
classmate and lover, Jannike.
We met at the age of fourteen in school and had been a couple since then -
a couple of months short of fifteen years. Our marriage faded the last few
years, so we both agreed to go separate ways, still with a great respect
for one another - lovers turned into companions.
And so we did. At the age of twenty-nine, I still felt young and curious of life's
mysteries.
There was a world out there that I hadn't seen much of. I decided to start
with South America and only a short visit, since I had to be back in the
beginning of August to my ball and chain. Everything was set up, and I
didn't bother to learn anything about the country; I was going there as a
tourist, so why should I waste my time reading boring articles about
agriculture and rural traditions and so on?
I know it's pretty arrogant, but I'd taken some time off from being a nice guy
with a correct mind.
I fell in love with the country right away, at the airport. It was my
first trip outside of Europe and just about everything seemed exotic. The
classy black, white, brown or bronze-colored women moved their bodies in a
different dimension than German women did. Every step of these ladies was
gracious, proud and... Sexy.
And, remember: I was still at the airport, among business-people.
I could only imagine how the more natural, down-to-earth women in the real
world would turn out to be. And I got my share of that in the taxi to my hotel.
I was stunned. OK, it's not that I haven't seen beautiful females before.
But never in my life had I seen such an army of delicious, mind-blowing creatures.
My hotel was located in the northern part of the town, within walking distance from
the beach, according to the tourist brochure. It wasn't much, but it was kinda
charming and clean. And not so big. I hate enormous buildings.
The staff was casual and friendly as I signed in. My room was on the ground level.
Great! No stairs to climb, in case I got home awfully drunk one night, I thought.
I showered, lay down naked on the bed and felt a rush of desire
pumping through my veins. A desire for hot, exotic food, cold beer and
those gorgeous felines that seemed to be everywhere. My penis started to
grow and rise. It's swollen, purple head swayed gently over my stomach,
reaching almost nine inches from my groin. I decided not to waste any
precious seed here in solitude, so I got dressed and hit the streets.
# # # # # # #
It was late in the afternoon. I had just finished a large, tasty meal
and ordered a second beer, when a company of three well-dressed and
good-looking middle-aged women sat down at the table right in front of me.
They didn't take any notice of my existence, so I studied them for a while
in secret.
The one facing me, about three meters away, had the darkest skin I'd ever seen.
She was strikingly beautiful and held her head high and proud.
After only five minutes or so, it was quite clear that she was
the "leader" of the three, the way she took command of the humorous
discussion, and the way the other two watched and talked to her.
She had large, brown, jewel-like eyes, with only a stain of cruelty in them,
and thick, sensual lips, painted with blood-red lipstick. Her curly hair was
held by a knot at the back of the head.
She was dressed in a thin, multi-colored cotton dress that didn't leave much
for the imagination. Her breasts were big and heavy, heaving majestically
when she breathed.
Her dress revealed lots of naked flesh, including one third of her delicious
breasts. The nipples rose hard against the thin cotton. Her gracious legs
were crossed under the table. She wore pink, high-heeled shoes. A really
classy lady! 40 years old, I guessed, married to some successful,
soon-to-be very rich and powerful man who never settled for the second
best.
I tried to imagine her in bed, soaked in sweat, moaning and charging,
with me kissing and licking her shining black skin all over that mature and
gorgeous body - and realized that I wasn't just horny, I was getting drunk, too.
Over my third beer I glanced at the one sitting on her left, from my
point of view. Possibly 43 years old, with skin that was lighter than
mine. She was pale and she was cold, or at least, that's what I thought.
Sophisticated middleclass, no doubt.
Dull sex with her fat husband once a week. Or maybe not, I was usually wrong
about people. She was good looking, all right, but no knockout.
Everything about her looked normal - or a bit prettier than normal, but nothing
to remember her by, if you hadn't seen her for a couple of years.
A charming smile once in a while, but no passion.
I turned my attention to the third woman. Her mouth ran all the time, except
when her dark friend opened her mouth to speak. Then she stopped,
even if she was in the middle of a sentence. As if she was afraid of her.
And a minute later they all laughed together. Strange.
Motor mouth had light brown skin and huge breasts. She might have been 45,
or she might have been 50, it was hard to tell. As the other two, she was
well preserved and healthy-looking. Definitely sexier than the cold blond,
but way back in the shadow of the black beauty.
Like her pale friend, she was more or less commonly dressed, with ordinary
brown sandals to go with it. Probably divorced and looking for a stud at least
twenty years younger than herself. For a night or two.
I gave up my bizarre guessing game and turned my attention to the
streetlife outside of the window. The first day of my vacation, and I
deserved it.
I was about to call the waiter, to get my bill, when I heard
a cool, deep voice from the other table:
"You look very lonely, mister." I blushed. The dark beauty walked towards my
table and sat down beside me.
"You do not mind, mister?" Her voice was hypnotic, spellbinding. The smile
didn't leave her face as she lit a cigarette. I felt like a fool, unable to say
something that wouldn't make me look even more stupid.
"No, of course not! Be my guest!"
"Your guest? You want take me to your place?"
Still smiling. But was she teasing me, or...
"No, I meant..." I tried to find the right words.
"No? You no want? You no like me, mister?" S
So much for my guessing. A classy lady with a wealthy husband. Right.
And she turned out to be a hooker.
"Only joking, mister. I no bad woman. Have money. But you look very nice,
and I need practice English. I work in office, and need practice English, please."
She showed me a ring on her finger.
"See, I married." I sighed in relief and we laughed together. The ice was broken.
"I'm sorry, Mrs..."
"Mrs? You call me Rosita, please."
"OK, Rosita. I'm sorry. I was thinking about something else."
"Else? Is OK!"
And so the conversation continued for a while. Her friends kept quiet
in the background, while me and Rosita had our first English-lesson. I
tried to explain that I wasn't the perfect teacher, but she didn't
understand, and that was fine by me. She smiled at me in a way that made
me wonder how much that wedding ring really meant to her. And after more
than two hours of chatting I was quite sure that tonight was going to be
very special. But I couldn't even in my wildest fantasies imagine what I
had coming to me.
# # # # # # #
The clerk at the reception just smiled at me when the four of us
entered. He handed me my key and checked out my company. I wondered what
was in his head at that moment. I had just agreed to show the women my
room, and maybe offer them some of the tax-free Vodka.
There would be no sleazy group sex, but how was he to know?
And how was I to know that I was about to be robbed, raped and sold as a slave?
Rosita's two friends, Maria and Maria, found the Vodka-bottle, two cans of Tonic
water and four glasses and mixed the drinks while I and Rosita discussed the
German pension system.
I couldn't wait for the other two to leave, so that I could get to know her a bit better.
Her eyes and her mouth didn't speak the same language, that's for sure.
A few drinks later, Maria and Maria went to the bathroom together.
And that was what we both had been waiting for. We kissed with wide-open mouths,
feeling out each others bodies with clumsy, drunken movements.
Half crazy by lust, I undressed her in a couple of seconds, and she lay
naked before me. I must've behaved like a horny teenager as I buried my
head between her legs and kissed her hairless, juicy cunt. I sucked and
licked the black and purple and pink flesh, and I didn't care about
anything else in this world: disease, her friends in the bathroom, the fact
that I was probably acting like a worthless lover - I just couldn't care.
She moaned and whispered sexy words in Portuguese as I drank the love
juices that flowed freely from her beautiful sex.
Dizzy with desire, I started massaging her clit with my tongue.
Her whole body was working its way towards the climax.
The black skin was shining with sweat. She dug her fingernails into my shoulders.
The sharp pain made me groan, but I continued to take her all the way, like a
humble servant. When she reached the orgasm, she wrapped her legs around
my neck and started squeezing with tremendous power. She cut off the oxygen
supply, and I didn't have the strength to part her legs.
The last thing that went through my head before everything went black was:
"I'm being strangled by a woman!"
# # # # # # #
. . . From a far distance I heard female voices in a strange language
that I didn't understand. I felt hands all over my body, pushing and
tearing off my clothes. They turned me around and nailed me to the bed
with the weight of their bodies. Somebody sat on my head, pressing
pressing my face down into the soft pillow.
As I regained consciousness, I realized that they were about to tie my
hands behind the back. My efforts to break free were weak and useless.
I heard them laughing at me, scornful and cruel, and thought about all
the money and travelers cheques - close to a months salary, about to fly
out of the window. I didn't know that was the least of my concerns,
how could I? They tied my feet together with black leather straps and
eased the pressure. My capturers were all naked.
It was the same women I had met at the restaurant, yet three completely
different persons. They were predators, killers. I felt a cold wave of
fear running through my helpless body.
Then, all of a sudden, the light brown Maria jumped me and slapped my
face several times before she spat me in the eyes. I felt my cock growing
hard, and before I knew it, she shoved it into her warm and wet cunt. She
taunted and hit me with closed fists in the face a couple of times as she
fucked me.
The other two cheered her, as if they were watching some street
fight. My eyes filled with tears when one of the punches landed on my
nose. The moment later, the blond Maria was sitting on my face, ordering me
in a self-confident voice:
"Now, lick my ass, or you die!" I hesitated for a second, disgusted but also
at the same time horny as an animal and scared half to death.
I felt the pleasure of a soon-to-come giant orgasm under the other Maria's
humping, and stretched out my tongue. The blond Maria sighed loudly
when I licked the crack of her ass.
I was like a slave, eager to satisfy his cruel master. I let the tongue run up
and down, up and down, light and slow at first, tickling her firm and muscular
anus, moistening it with my saliva.
The taste was bitter, but not very strong, and nowhere near as repulsive as
one might think. The darker Maria let out a shriek as she came on top of me.
Her blond friend gave me new directions:
"Fuck my asshole, and don't stop before I tell you to!" Without second thoughts,
I penetrated her light-brown muscle with the tip of my tongue. Bit by bit, I drove it
further up, further into her tight asshole. Then I exploded in a furious
orgasm, shooting my sauce into Maria, the rapist. The blond Maria moaned
as if in agony every time I buried my wet tongue in her ass, and sighed
every time I pulled it out.
CHAPTER 2
The three ladies took turn in raping my slippery face. They sat on me one by one,
forcing me to lick them in the ass, while they masturbated. The cruel afro-queen
stayed for an eternity, while the other two went through my belongings, spreading
clothes, books and other personal stuff on the floor. They giggled in excitement
when they found more than one thousand US-dollars in traveler's cheques and
cash. That is: I heard all this, but I didn't see any of it, because my face was
covered with Brazil's sexiest groin.
I saw some steaming black flesh and a part of the ceiling. My tied wrists and
ankles hurt a great deal and they bled. But my major concern was the fact that I
was being robbed of all my money during my first day in Brazil. Thinking about it
nowadays: What a joke! A young, naive European tourist being tricked by some
sexy, street-smart native women, and all he could think of is his hard-earned cash!
I hurt all over. Even my tongue was sore from all the perverted licking.
They treated me worse than a dog, and they knew they could get away with it.
Then, with a voice that wouldn't take no for an answer, the queen ordered me to
go inside. And so I did. She had a very firm grip of my tongue, and I had to fight
to please her.
She told me to go deeper, and I did. When I was as deep inside her tight and
bitter-tasting cave as I could come, she started squeezing. I froze and panicked.
She was about to strangle me again, but this time I was even more helpless.
She embraced my struggling body with astonishing strength, and glued
me to the bed, while working on my soft tongue with her shining black anal muscle.
For a moment I was sure she was going to chop it off, and leave a part of me
buried deep inside the back of her gorgeous body.
But after a few minutes, that felt like hours, her body started shivering as she
reached the climax. The pressure from her stranglehold eased, and I was able
to slip my aching tongue out of her ass, out of harms way.
For the moment, at least. Then, all of a sudden, she got up and started
to dress. The blond Maria made a quick call on her mobile phone. I didn't
understand a word, so I had no idea what was coming next.
# # # # # # #
Almost an hour passed. During that time, the darker Maria fucked me twice,
while the other two smoked and listened to the radio. The bitch made me eat
my own cum from her cunt after she finished the first ride. I hadn't been so
humiliated in all my life, and that was still nothing compared to what my
future life as a slave would turn out to be like.
Then there was a knock on the door.
Rosita opened and let a huge, leather-dressed, mean-looking woman in her
late thirties in. Her head was shaven and her skin color something between
deep, dark brown and black.
She moved her body like a panther. If she'd been a head or two shorter and
fifty pounds lighter, she would have been really cute. If it wasn't for those
killer-eyes. They valuated me in a second, and then decided I was a piece
of garbage, and the worst part was that she was right.
Those eyes struck me down, made me shrink, made me surrender...
Without saying a word, she handed Rosita a wad of bills, and the three rapists
left the room with my money and cheques. It took my slow brain a while to
realize that they had sold me. Sold me! Like a piece of meat.
My owner or whoever she was sat down and stared me straight in the eyes.
For a long time. She slapped my face with shocking power everytime I tried
to look away.
Those black leather gloves came down on me like the fists of Mike Tyson.
She was demonstrating her power, but it was needless. I had already
surrendered. When she seemed certain that I was under her spell,
she untied my hands, still without taking her eyes off me.
Her big, leather-clad breasts pressed against the head of my abused penis,
and gave it new life. When she felt the growing, hardening flesh against her
nipples through the soft leather, she almost smiled.
At least the hangman charm left her face for a second. When she untied my
feet, she squatted over my stomach, and revealed a delicious, fully-grown ass,
gently squeezed by the soft and thin black leather trousers. It was quite clear
that she wasn't wearing any panties. Like she wanted me to know what was
close, but still way out of reach.
Just like my freedom.
This fabulous amazon must've outweighed me with at least twenty pounds
(about ten kilos), and I estimated she was close to a head taller than I was.
That meant she had to be over six feet tall (almost two meters). Her big and heavy
breasts, and her large and firm buttocks looked very effeminate and beautiful.
Her thick, sensual lips could have given any heterosexual man sweet and
wet dreams, if it wasn't for that cruel and self-reliant expression.
She got up and threw my clothes at me. I dressed in silence, horrified of
what she had in mind for me, but too stunned to even think about attempting
an escape. She looked in disgust at the mess on the floor, so I got down on
my knees and picked my scattered belongings up.
She threw my large bag at me, and I started filling it.
After half an hour there were absolutely no signs of me left in the room.
And she still hadn't uttered a single word. At the door, on our way out,
she crossed her strong arms over her bosom and looked down at her feet.
I knelt, with an unfamiliar sensation burning in my guts, and kissed her
shining biker boots.
Then we left the room and my past behind.
CHAPTER 3
Exactly three months after the abduction of Franz Kuntz, Nikki Yakomoto,
a 43-year old Japanese author, landed in Rio de Janeiro. The last couple
of months she had been collecting some extremely hard-to-get information
about a bizarre and exclusive sex-resort right in the middle of the Brazilian
jungle, guarded by a small and armed female militia.
The work to gather the pieces had been very time demanding and difficult, and
would have been impossible without her invaluable contacts around the
world.Her husband and three children thought she had gone here to make
some studies for her next novel.
And that was partly true. Only, she hadn't told them anything about the subject.
What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.
At the hotel she took a shower and turned on the 28" TV. The room was
ridiculously expensive, but being a successful, best-selling writer, she
could afford the best.
Nikki had a secret passion that nobody close to her, including her beloved
husband, knew anything about. She opened a Japanese book with an
ordinary cover that didn't give any hints about what the book actually contained.
She went to chapter five, where she had last left off.
It was about a group of slave traders in the jungle of Papua New
Guinea, who had been captured by their "live stock".
The book was so perverted and cruel that even Japan had banned it.
But everything that had a market also had producers, and the book was
available for everyone who knew where to look for it.
Nikki loved the part where the village chief's fat wife, an impressive woman
weighing more than 250 pounds, wrestled one of the terrified slave traders
to the ground and slapped him in the face with her water melon-sized breasts,
while four of her daughters held his arms and legs.
Then she scraped most of the skin off his face.
Their prisoner almost died of horror and pain during the torture, but remained
conscious until the powerful woman pissed in his massacred face.
Then his lights went out.
Nikki ran her tongue over the red lips and spread her legs. She started
caressing her soft and full breasts with the free hand, as she read about a
young virgin whipping the life out of one of the other traders.
"Serves them right, those stinking pigs!", Nikki whispered to herself, and sent her
sensitive hand further down, to her thick, black bush. She stroke the
pubic hair for a few minutes, then the swollen and wet lips, massaging them
gently with a light touch.
She was in no hurry. A slow, sensual foreplay in peace and harmony was
always followed by a long series of wonderful explosions. She had taken
masturbation into perfection, and sometimes she reached so high during
her climax that she fainted.
At 43 years of age, Nikki had never in her life looked better than she
did now. The short and naked, pale-skinned woman staring back at her from
the mirror was a delight to the eye. So, she wasn't as firm as she had
been 20 - 25 years ago. And her breasts were almost twice the size now,
and hung down heavy instead of pointing out, as they had done earlier. But
she fancied them better like this, mature and fully grown.
She tickled her nipples with the fingertips and watched bemused how they
filled with blood and stiffened. Her husband used to call them his
"delicate raspberries", and Nikki loved the comparison.
He could spend more than half an hour kissing, licking and sucking her
breasts, well aware of that it turned her on tremendously. But he didn't know
what she fantasized about behind her closed eyes, when he pleased her
with his mouth. He didn't know about the forbidden scenes that took place
within her imagination when he ate her cunt.
He called her sex "the most beautiful red rose on the planet". She
turned around and watched her own ass. Touched the tasty and elastic
buttocks, that still drew a great deal of attention, especially from young
men and boys. Men at her own age tended to desire a lot younger flesh, her
husband being a splendid exception to that rule.
The phone rang.
At last!
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The next morning she checked out of the hotel, and took a cab to the address
she'd been given over the phone last night. A smiling, bronze-shining lady in
her early fifties led Nikki into a small, dark office on the third floor, where she
was questioned again. It was their final check on her.
Just to be absolutely sure she was a "safe guest".
About four hours later, the jeep stopped at the last checkpoint.
There were three armed women in green camouflage uniforms behind the gate.
One of them spoke a few words with Nikki's driver, before they opened the gate
and let them through. Nikki smiled at herself as they closed in on the
jungle mansion. She was soaked in sweat and longed for a nice, cold
shower.Her ass and thighs stuck to the hot leather seat. The jeep stirred
up a cloud of dust behind them on the bumpy and narrow road.
The mansion was enormous. Nikki had been expecting a large two-storey
house, surrounded by steaming vegetation. This was awesome. She gulped in
disbelief as she stepped out of the vehicle. It was like a medium-sized
convention center right in the middle of the wild and threatening jungle. A
tall black woman with a slender, well-trained body and a marvelous pair of
tits approached Nikki. She wore a white bodystocking with nothing beneath
it, except for that breathtaking body.
"Welcome to our resort, Nikki! Has the trip been comfortable?" Nikki
just smiled. So did the other woman.
"I guess you're dying to take a shower, and have something to eat and drink.
That will be arranged. My name is Tanya. If there's anything, and I mean
anything, you want, don't hesitate to let me know. I hope your stay here will
be a pleasant one. It was for ten days, I understand."
"Yes, that's right", Nikki answered.
Tanya led her to her room on the ground floor, and then left her alone.
Finally here, Nikki sighed and dropped the dirty, sweat-drenched clothes to
the floor. She admired the room. Everything about it was first class.
Well, it should be. She had spent a small fortune for her stay in this Utopia.
Instead of hitting the shower, Nikki picked up the phone.
"Yes, Miss Nikki?", answered a cool voice before she had even opened her mouth.
"I want you to send me a slave who knows how to eat pussy."
"They all do, Miss Nikki."
"Well, send me the best there is."
Nikki had had to undergo a thorough medical examination, to prove that she
wasn't a bearer of anything contagious, before she was allowed to come here.
And she knew, from a reliable source, that the slaves were as clean as virgins.
About thirty seconds after the phone call, there was a light knock on
her door. Nikki let him in. He was pale and ordinary looking, dressed in
red shorts and a T-shirt of the same color. About 22 years old, she
guessed, and probably American. A blue-eyed tourist, trapped in something
too big and powerful for him to handle. Tricked, fucked and sold, she
thought. Just like that. She didn't care about his past, and she didn't
care about his future. He was here to please her. Period!
"When I was your age, you weren't even born. I'm gonna teach you a thing or
two. Get down on your knees, slave!" He did so in less than a second.
Without being told so, he started kissing and licking her sweaty feet.
She lifted them, one at the time, to allow him to suck on her toes. It was a sweet
sensation to feel his wet mouth around her dirty toes. Her small feet shone with
his saliva, and the rush of blood to her breasts and groin made her dizzy.
She felt the sensation of being in total control over the taller and stronger man.
She picked up the filthy panties from the floor and stuffed them into his mouth,
forcing him to taste the sweat from her ass and cunt.
Nikki enjoyed herself. This wasn't just a kinky masturbation fantasy, it
was all for real now. She laid down on the zebra-skin rug beside the giant
bed and urged him:
"Come, lick my pussy clean, you worthless dog! Make me fly like I have never
flown before... Take me to the highest mountain... and stick your fucking
tongue into my beautiful cunt, and fuck it... Fuck it!"
Her humble slave did as he'd been told. He licked and drank away the
foul taste of the jeep ride, and stripped her down to her delicious and
natural flavor. It took a while, but he got there.
About two hours later, she laid totally exhausted on the rug, listening
to the sound of the air conditioner and her own breathing. She told the
slave to leave. Day one, she thought. And she hadn't even started yet.
Nikki Yakomoto smiled to herself.
"Everything is possible!", she said out loud and went to the bathroom.
To be continued? Let me know what you think.
