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T-BAG’S BREAK
(M/F, NC, Slavery,
Humiliation)
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
Cindy
moaned into her gag again as the truck hit another rough patch – the fact that
she knew all her panic and despair didn’t have any use hardly mattered. She’d quit screaming frantically and her
cries had died out maybe 50 miles ago or so, but her fear continued to tear
through the young co-ed as she kept bumping around in the trunk of her own
Grand Cherokee, which had been destined for Las Vegas just a few hours ago...
Cindy had
been heading to Vegas to meet up with her classmates for Spring Break. She’d had to make a detour to see her Mom and
Dad, and that had been enough to delay her a day... The Junior marketing major
had been anxious to catch up with the rest of her gang in Vegas when the Jeep
almost ran straight into a fallen tree on one of the sideroads...
Another
bump produced another moan from Cindy as she slammed against the back of the
back-seat - the Jeep was rolling through country roads at full speed... Cindy’s naked breasts brushed against the
rough carpet of the trunk and her nipples flared in pain. All she had on was her shorts – her t-shirt
had been torn away and made into a gag.
The flip-flops she’d been wearing had somehow been lost in the
struggle. Her arms and legs screamed in
pain from the taut ropes. She was tied
in a hog-tie - her wrists were tied behind her back, connected to her
curled-back ankles with another rope…
She’d seen this position in advertisements for bondage web sites that
insisted on popping up when she was downloading music or doing research on the
internet - the very knowledge that she was tied up like those women at the
moment was enough to make her scream her guts out in disgust and terror, but
whatever sound she made was muffled by the gag, which was also held in place by
a thick piece of rope.
Cindy felt
the SUV finally slowing down and rolling onto a dirt road… They’d stopped only once through the journey
– she had no idea why, perhaps to get fuel.
She’d screamed like she was on fire then, to no avail. No one had heard her.
The Jeep
suddenly came to a full stop, and Cindy once again crashed against the back
seat, screaming and cursing at once...
Cindy had
to wait in the trunk for another 15 minutes before she heard footsteps coming
towards the back of the car – and all of a sudden the trunk was open, the trunk
cover lifted, light rushed in, temporarily blinding the girl who had been tied
up in the dark for nearly 4 hours…
“Hey babe –
did you miss T-Bag?” her captor chuckled in that horrible sarcastic voice of
his...
He’d taken
the trouble to introduce himself when he’d rushed out of the woods, grabbing
the young woman who had been examining the fallen tree that blocked her
way. In all honesty, the escaped convict
had expected to trap a family man of sorts, not a gorgeous, young, hot
co-ed… But T-Bag never had any qualms
about making the most out of a lucky hand…
Cindy’s
terror jumped up a few levels again at the sight of T-Bag – he was still
wearing his prison outfit and looked like he was capable of any evil at
all. Just that crooked smile on his face
was enough to tell the young co-ed that kidnapping and rape were no more than
daily errands for this monster, let alone murder…
T-Bag grabbed
Cindy by the hair and pulled her up onto her twisted knees with her toes barely
touching the floor in the back of the car – the girl started wailing again, but
the escaped convict only laughed at her.
He got his face close to hers, his sarcastic grin widened even further:
“Well,
babe, welcome to my cabin in the woods – we gonna be out here for a while,
maybe a week or so, while I hide out from all the dogs on my tail… Thing is, there ain’t no TV here in the woods
– and I ain’t had no woman in 7 years…
so imagine what we gonna do to pass time…”
The co-ed
was once again near crying, and she was begging into her gag, but all this only
seemed to amuse and encourage her captor…
“Oh yeah
Babe – we’re gonna have a ton of fun here with you… and soon enough, you’ll be sucking me with
the cutesiest smile, and you’ll be beggin’ me to fuck you like a cheap whore,
if you know what’s good for you… don’t
worry, I’ve trained so many bitches in prision – I love owning bitches…” T-bag
chuckled in delight.
“Only, all
the bitches I had the last few years were faggoty city boys… not a woman, you know… not like a real bitch … not a fancy, hot, college girl like you… oh, I bet you love to cock-ease all the boys
on the campus, eh? Maybe you fuck some,
too, hmm? Oh, well, I can’t wait to have
me a fancy, primo, ivy-league blow-job…”
T-Bag
pulled on Cindy’s hair further with his left hand – and his right hand went to
his pocket to grab something…
“First this
other thing though… after that you can start showing me what a good little
bitch you will be for me…”
T-Bag was
holding a camera in his hand, one of those disposable ones that could be bought
at gas stations…
“Say
cheese, slut…” he chuckled as he took a picture. Cindy was overcome with shame even under the
circumstances – she was naked but for her shorts, her large breasts dangling
nude before her, her blonde hair sticking to her face, and she was tied up like
a pig…
“One for
the album, eh?” T-Bag cackled, as he took another picture of his captive.
He then put
the camera back into his pocket and lit a cigarette, blowing smoke on Cindy’s
face, and caused the girl to cough…
“Well,
babe, here’s the thing – I will be crossing to Mexico in 10 days… all arranged by some padres over there… they don’t work for free of course… I was thinking I gotta rob me a bank or
something, to pony up… but, when I got a prize bitch to deliver, why risk my
skin, eh?” T-Bag chuckled again…
“Lemme send
this picture to them – gotta love all this new technology shit, bitch, I bet
your college ass knows all about it… - and see what they gotta say… Shit – just the chance of partying with your
ass for a couple days should be enough for those fuckin’ wet-backs… And imagine what a tasty prize your tight ass
gonna be in a Mexican whorehouse – hmm, maybe some rich-ass drug-lord might
wanna keep you for himself though? Maybe
you’ll get lucky, eh, girl…? Maybe
you’ll end up sucking spick cock in a big-ass mansion in Tiuana…! ”
Cindy was
now shaking her head and begging into her gag again.
“But let me
first see for myself if you’re a good bitch…
heck, maybe you too good to give up to those spick motherfuckers…”
T-Bag
pulled Cindy up by the hair, pulled her out of the car, and dropped her on the dirt
ground like a bag of potatoes, and Cindy shrieked as she hit the ground… but before she could cry again, T-Bag took
out a huge knife, which rushed a new wave of fear through Cindy’s eyes. She was lying on the ground, tossed up like a
thanksgiving turkey…
T-Bag cut
the rope that tied her wrists to her ankles, though both her wrists and ankles
were still tied behind her back. And
then he cut the rope that kept her gag in place. Before Cindy could protest, or cry, T-Bag’s
rough left-hand pulled her onto her knees by the hair.
“Now,
bitch..” T-Bag gave his most menacing
smile… “you’re gonna suck your new owner…
If you bite…” T-Bag paused and
chuckled… “you’re too much of a pussy to bite anyway…”
He was
already zipping down his fly. “And you’d
better do one hell of a job if you know what’s good for you bitch…” he
warned. “Hell, your life depends on
it…!”
T-Bag
grinned as the girl began her task – she was trembling in fear, and was
terrified for sure, and clumsy with all her bonds, but she was gonna be one
good bitch alright… this promised to be
a good week for T-bag…
“Heck” he
said to himself.
“Maybe I’ll
really keep the bitch for myself, eh…!”
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