“Oh, no, my darling,” the Count murmured, pouring himself another glass of wine. “We are not done. We have a long road ahead of us, you and I.”
Sagging in her bonds, only half conscious, Carmella groaned. How long had it been since she’d told that overbearing, pig of a man to “piss off” in the nightclub? How long since she’d felt the clothe over her lips and that strange smell pulling her down into the darkness? How long since she’d woken to find herself bound, naked, at the mercy of the very man she’d so rudely rejected? She had no idea. All she knew now was pain… humiliation… submission…
“It really is too bad,” the Count continued, sipping his wine and gazing at his victim. “Had you not been so rude, I might never have been compelled to take action.” He moved closer, removing the cigar from his mouth and bringing the glowing tip close to Carmella’s quivering breasts. “But, here we are.” The Count smiled. “We might as well make the best of it.”
Carmella let out a loud squeal as the tip of the cigar charred her abused flesh.
As a lawyer, Miriam had been very comfortable with fucking people over. She fucked them over in the courtroom; she fucked them over in the board room… in the meeting halls, in their homes and in their offices…
But, finally, she fucked over the wrong man.
“That’s it, counselor,” Roger taunted. “Up down, up down… move that ass of yours… you’re not milking some client with your billable hours now… you’re milking my cock with that slut cunt of yours… that’s what you are, now… a cunt… so move it….”
So now, Miriam, no longer fucked people over…
She just fucked them.
“You’ve done it again, Michael… a magnificent find.”
“Oh, I can’t claim credit for this one… it was a gift.”
“What do you mean?”
“A guy I used to work with a few years back… I met up with him in a bar a couple of weeks ago. After a few beer, he started going on about how much he hated his wife and how he wished she’d just disappear.”
“Yeah, well, I checked her out and, well, here we are. One ex-bitch, newly captured fuck toy for the slave pens.”
Macy’s jaw ached. Her whole body ached, but mostly her jaw. The thick, rubber ball gag, shiney with spit and tears, jammed her mouth wide open, causing her to gag almost continuously.
If she could have spoken, she would have begged the men to take it out… to relieve her pain. Anything would be better than this. But no one paid attention. They’d fucked her earlier after the van dropped her off, almost casually, like scratching an itch, and then they’d left her roped and, most painfully, gagged in a corner of the warehouse.
One of the men looked over at her and grinned. “Get used to it, cunt face… this is your new life.”
“What do you think, Senor? First rate goods, no? American bitches. The best.”
I shook my head. Yeah, they were American all right, always good for a buy south of the border, but both women were old… well past their prime. Fifteen years ago, well, they would have been prime meat, but now? I glanced at the paperwork. Two middle aged housewives, on a “girls’ trip” to Playa Del Carmen… they had been taken in the old town, where they had been foolish enough to stop off for a drink after being dropped off by the tour bus. Stupid bitches… I wondered if their husbands would miss them.
“All right, Manuel,” I said. “I’ll take them. Both of them.”
Yeah, they were past their prime, but two good looking American women like these would still pull in the customers.
“Bend over, Stacy… that’s right… show me your cunt. You ready to be fucked?
What’s that? Awwww… you’re shy… hard to imagine, after all we’ve done together this weekend…
Huh… you should have thought about that before you decided to cheat on the exam… yes, I know you need to pass the class to graduate… yes, I’m well aware of that… of course, you never would have cheated if you felt you had a choice. But you didn’t. And, now, you don’t. And here we are. You’re ass is mine. And so is your cunt.
So, spread it for me, Stacy… show me how a red blooded college girl fucks for her grades.