it forced him into.
The big, strong man was robbed of his life-role, to protect his woman. Feelings of humiliation and lust soaked his soul, creating his current state. The more he worried about her, the hotter he got. Masturbating a record 7 times in one day, his 5 inches ached with strain.
However, another emotion plagued him. Regret. If I had only admitted my fantasy to Vicky...none of this would’ve ever happened. We could’ve role played together, but I was a coward. I spent my time fantasizing about what she wasn’t, when all along, a little communication would’ve told me she was. Hell, even if she wasn’t, we could’ve worked on it, met half way. Now, I may never get the chance to try.
Breaking his guilted thoughts, he answered his phone. “Is my wife OK?” a shaken Gavin asked into the speaker.
“To my knowledge...she is ,” a man’s voice said from the other end. It was the smuggler.
“Thank you,” Gavin said in relief.
“Don’t thank me. I have nothing to do with her fate. My job’s to set up a meeting. You’ll arrive at the coordinates I text you...when I tell you to come. Use a GPS to lead you there. It’s in the desert, isolated, on the border.”
“Mexican border?” he asked in disbelief. “She was taken out of country? Holy shit! Let me talk to her...I need to know she’s alive!”
“All I am is the post man, gringo. My job’s to deliver the package...preferably intact. I ask no details. You’re to bring 5000 dollars cash.”
“You mean...ransom?”
“I mean...delivery fee. The transaction is made...I disappear. Nothing less...nothing more, you come alone...understand?”
“I do.”
“You’ll here from me soon with a time and date,” the man said, hanging up.
Gavin trembled, putting down his phone. He silently asked himself, It’s the weekend. The bank’s closed! Where am I gonna get 5000 in cash? Suddenly, a light went on inside his head. He wasn’t sure of the exact amount Vicky was refunded. However, he was pretty sure it would come close.
*****
The next morning, Vicky’s cage was shaken again. Tired and stiff, she awoke. As uncomfortable and uncertain as she was, the forced submission kept her wet all night. The animalistic setting stripped her power, rights, and dignity. It was exactly what her dark fantasies consisted of. As arousing as it was, the line between fantasy and reality was thicker than imagined.
As the cage door was opened, a guard connected a chain to her collar. She crawled out. The other caged girls joined her. Mr. Tito Sosa watched from afar. Led into the open room, a team of guards corralled the slaves. Each of their hands were placed against a wall, legs spread lineup style. They stood over an open drain.
Vicky’s curves were enhanced in the stance. Her pear-shape was artfully defined. Squirted with a slippery liquid, each slave’s body was completely coated. A perfumed flowery smell filled their nostrils. They were being soaped for a group washing.
The group of guards approached with hoses. As the mainline was turned on, streams of liquid sprayed outward. Their feminine bodies were soaked, dripping wet. A sea of bubbles engulfed the girls, cl eansing them from head to toe.
One man scrubbed each slave, taking extra time between their legs. The bubbly sponge sunk inside every crack and crevice. Every breast was slicked, nipple teased. Once covered in sweat, they now glistened like shiny trophies.
Next, one hose was locked into place. A connecting hose was secured at its mouth. Stemming from the water-base, small tentacle-tubes extended like fingers. The lineman went into action, spreading the girl’s thick ass cheeks. Every hind-hole was lubed.
Following behind, another man penetrated each sphincter with one of the extension tubes. The nozzle-heads were slid deep inside their anal canals, until bottoming out. Vicky
The big, strong man was robbed of his life-role, to protect his woman. Feelings of humiliation and lust soaked his soul, creating his current state. The more he worried about her, the hotter he got. Masturbating a record 7 times in one day, his 5 inches ached with strain.
However, another emotion plagued him. Regret. If I had only admitted my fantasy to Vicky...none of this would’ve ever happened. We could’ve role played together, but I was a coward. I spent my time fantasizing about what she wasn’t, when all along, a little communication would’ve told me she was. Hell, even if she wasn’t, we could’ve worked on it, met half way. Now, I may never get the chance to try.
Breaking his guilted thoughts, he answered his phone. “Is my wife OK?” a shaken Gavin asked into the speaker.
“To my knowledge...she is ,” a man’s voice said from the other end. It was the smuggler.
“Thank you,” Gavin said in relief.
“Don’t thank me. I have nothing to do with her fate. My job’s to set up a meeting. You’ll arrive at the coordinates I text you...when I tell you to come. Use a GPS to lead you there. It’s in the desert, isolated, on the border.”
“Mexican border?” he asked in disbelief. “She was taken out of country? Holy shit! Let me talk to her...I need to know she’s alive!”
“All I am is the post man, gringo. My job’s to deliver the package...preferably intact. I ask no details. You’re to bring 5000 dollars cash.”
“You mean...ransom?”
“I mean...delivery fee. The transaction is made...I disappear. Nothing less...nothing more, you come alone...understand?”
“I do.”
“You’ll here from me soon with a time and date,” the man said, hanging up.
Gavin trembled, putting down his phone. He silently asked himself, It’s the weekend. The bank’s closed! Where am I gonna get 5000 in cash? Suddenly, a light went on inside his head. He wasn’t sure of the exact amount Vicky was refunded. However, he was pretty sure it would come close.
*****
The next morning, Vicky’s cage was shaken again. Tired and stiff, she awoke. As uncomfortable and uncertain as she was, the forced submission kept her wet all night. The animalistic setting stripped her power, rights, and dignity. It was exactly what her dark fantasies consisted of. As arousing as it was, the line between fantasy and reality was thicker than imagined.
As the cage door was opened, a guard connected a chain to her collar. She crawled out. The other caged girls joined her. Mr. Tito Sosa watched from afar. Led into the open room, a team of guards corralled the slaves. Each of their hands were placed against a wall, legs spread lineup style. They stood over an open drain.
Vicky’s curves were enhanced in the stance. Her pear-shape was artfully defined. Squirted with a slippery liquid, each slave’s body was completely coated. A perfumed flowery smell filled their nostrils. They were being soaped for a group washing.
The group of guards approached with hoses. As the mainline was turned on, streams of liquid sprayed outward. Their feminine bodies were soaked, dripping wet. A sea of bubbles engulfed the girls, cl eansing them from head to toe.
One man scrubbed each slave, taking extra time between their legs. The bubbly sponge sunk inside every crack and crevice. Every breast was slicked, nipple teased. Once covered in sweat, they now glistened like shiny trophies.
Next, one hose was locked into place. A connecting hose was secured at its mouth. Stemming from the water-base, small tentacle-tubes extended like fingers. The lineman went into action, spreading the girl’s thick ass cheeks. Every hind-hole was lubed.
Following behind, another man penetrated each sphincter with one of the extension tubes. The nozzle-heads were slid deep inside their anal canals, until bottoming out. Vicky
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