Sosa secured a collar around her neck, adding a dog chain. “I’ll take her.”
The club owner said, “I haven’t mentioned a price.”
“Any price,” Tito said.
Vicky silently thought, What if Ace doesn’t show up...can’t find me? What if he gets killed before then? Quieting her thoughts, she tried not to focus on negative possibilities.
“Move it,” Tito Sosa ordered, pulling his slave by the chain. A gag exited Vicky’s throat, squeezed by the collar. The slight choke was an introduction to his rule. She was too valuable to harm permanently.
Arriving outside, he led her into another car trunk. A hidden compartment was removed, revealing a faux trunk floor. Beneath, two Mexican girls were stuffed in towards the back. Seeing the ultra-claustrophobic situation, Mrs. Lane tried to run. The chain stiffened, collar tightened around her neck.
Two guards arrived, handcuffing her wrists and ankles. After being gagged, she was lifted over the shoulder, stuffed into the hidden compartment. The fake trunk floor closed above her; a slammed trunk door followed it.
The other two girls seemed to be asleep. How long can they’ve been here? She wondered. The real question is...how long will I be in here? Hours passed by. Trapped in darkness for what appeared to be days, the captive blond lost all concept of time. In reality, it was four hours.
Just when she drifted into blankness, the outer trunk door opened. Then the hidden compartment was removed. A guard carried her out. The other girls were taken along with her. Staring around at the surroundings, it appeared to be a large rural complex. With all that desolate land, no one would find her. She wondered how Ace would get her out, though believed in his ability to do so. She had no other option.
They entered a large industrial warehouse. Lines of animal cages appeared, girls were asleep inside their own tight space. Vicky gasped, wondering, Will I really be held in one of those?
Her answer soon came. Unbound and unchained, only her collar remained. She was led inside the cage, a small bowl of water placed beside her. A tortilla was tossed in. The cage was locked, as Tito leaned down. Staring inside, he said, “Good dogs get rewarded with food and sex. Bad dogs get put down. Understand?”
She fearfully nodded, “Yes.”
“Say yes master !” he yelled, rattling the cage.
Shaken from the noise, she submissively whispered, “Yes, master.”
Tito turned towards his men, “Clean them tomorrow.” The men nodded, all three heading towards the exit. As the complex door was shut, complete darkness filled the room. Vicky curled into a ball, letting past memories be her light.
She thought of Gavin and the good things about him, such as beer-can chicken soup he made when she had a cold. There were the flowers he gave her for mother’s day, even though she wasn’t a mother. Vicky remembered him spanking her with a wooden spoon, which he put back in the clean utensil drawer. A smile crossed her face, missing him.
Not knowing much about Ace, his eyes entered her mind. The safe, warmth filled her. He gave up so much for her, and she still didn’t know why. A part of her wanted to believe it was love at first sight. Not that she wanted to love him back, but just to be wanted again. She assured herself, He’s coming to save me. He’s coming...to save me.
*****
Gavin Lane’s cell phone rang loudly. The nervous man hovered over it since Vicky was taken. Conflicting thoughts swirled his mind. Fear was the most predominant, worrying about his wife’s safety. Though another part still hoped it was just a show.
As much as he hated to admit it, he remained constantly hard. Sexual scenarios entered his mind. From medical exams to forced pleasure, he couldn’t forget the image of her captivity. It wasn’t her misfortune that turned him on, but the helpless submission
The club owner said, “I haven’t mentioned a price.”
“Any price,” Tito said.
Vicky silently thought, What if Ace doesn’t show up...can’t find me? What if he gets killed before then? Quieting her thoughts, she tried not to focus on negative possibilities.
“Move it,” Tito Sosa ordered, pulling his slave by the chain. A gag exited Vicky’s throat, squeezed by the collar. The slight choke was an introduction to his rule. She was too valuable to harm permanently.
Arriving outside, he led her into another car trunk. A hidden compartment was removed, revealing a faux trunk floor. Beneath, two Mexican girls were stuffed in towards the back. Seeing the ultra-claustrophobic situation, Mrs. Lane tried to run. The chain stiffened, collar tightened around her neck.
Two guards arrived, handcuffing her wrists and ankles. After being gagged, she was lifted over the shoulder, stuffed into the hidden compartment. The fake trunk floor closed above her; a slammed trunk door followed it.
The other two girls seemed to be asleep. How long can they’ve been here? She wondered. The real question is...how long will I be in here? Hours passed by. Trapped in darkness for what appeared to be days, the captive blond lost all concept of time. In reality, it was four hours.
Just when she drifted into blankness, the outer trunk door opened. Then the hidden compartment was removed. A guard carried her out. The other girls were taken along with her. Staring around at the surroundings, it appeared to be a large rural complex. With all that desolate land, no one would find her. She wondered how Ace would get her out, though believed in his ability to do so. She had no other option.
They entered a large industrial warehouse. Lines of animal cages appeared, girls were asleep inside their own tight space. Vicky gasped, wondering, Will I really be held in one of those?
Her answer soon came. Unbound and unchained, only her collar remained. She was led inside the cage, a small bowl of water placed beside her. A tortilla was tossed in. The cage was locked, as Tito leaned down. Staring inside, he said, “Good dogs get rewarded with food and sex. Bad dogs get put down. Understand?”
She fearfully nodded, “Yes.”
“Say yes master !” he yelled, rattling the cage.
Shaken from the noise, she submissively whispered, “Yes, master.”
Tito turned towards his men, “Clean them tomorrow.” The men nodded, all three heading towards the exit. As the complex door was shut, complete darkness filled the room. Vicky curled into a ball, letting past memories be her light.
She thought of Gavin and the good things about him, such as beer-can chicken soup he made when she had a cold. There were the flowers he gave her for mother’s day, even though she wasn’t a mother. Vicky remembered him spanking her with a wooden spoon, which he put back in the clean utensil drawer. A smile crossed her face, missing him.
Not knowing much about Ace, his eyes entered her mind. The safe, warmth filled her. He gave up so much for her, and she still didn’t know why. A part of her wanted to believe it was love at first sight. Not that she wanted to love him back, but just to be wanted again. She assured herself, He’s coming to save me. He’s coming...to save me.
*****
Gavin Lane’s cell phone rang loudly. The nervous man hovered over it since Vicky was taken. Conflicting thoughts swirled his mind. Fear was the most predominant, worrying about his wife’s safety. Though another part still hoped it was just a show.
As much as he hated to admit it, he remained constantly hard. Sexual scenarios entered his mind. From medical exams to forced pleasure, he couldn’t forget the image of her captivity. It wasn’t her misfortune that turned him on, but the helpless submission
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