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Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2007 12:25:27 +0000
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Sold for Sex - A Fantasy - 2
The Voyage and the Auction
Gina awoke in the dark. She was groggy, disoriented. Her last memories were
indistinct, but her tender pussy testified that she had indeed been fucking
someone. She tried to move and discovered she couldn't. Her hands were tied
above her head somehow and her ankles were also secured. Fear washed over her.
Where was she? She realized she was naked under some sort of coarse blanket and
there was a sensation of movement, as if the whole room were rocking. She
assumed it was the scotch she had so freely consumed making her stomach heave.
She remembered the stranger and his driver and being taken on the trunk of the
car but nothing more. She pulled against the bonds to no avail and finally
shouted out.
"Hey, where am I? What's going on...the game's over guys, ok? I want to go
home. Hey, somebody!" No response. Time passed, Gina didn't know how long. She
heard a noise and called out again. This time she saw a glimmer of light and a
curtain was pulled back. It was the stranger from the night before and the
light revealed that she was in some sort of bunk, concealed by a curtain. Now
he was dressed in a turtleneck sweater, slacks and, of all things, a captain's
hat. Gina tried to be indignant despite her restraints and demanded that he
release her.
"Look, last night was interesting and all, but I'm tired of the game and I want
to go home. Maybe we'll do it again sometime, but just let me out of here, OK.
It's not fun anymore and I'm tired and hung over and I just want to go home, get
a bath and sleep in my own bed." The man just laughed and, taking the blanket
covering Gina, tossed it to the floor, revealing her naked body. Seating himself
on the edge of the bunk he reached for one of her breasts and rubbed it
appreciatively. She tried to squirm away from his grasp but her bonds were too
tight to permit much movement. Her reaction only made him grip her breast more
firmly, and a bit painfully.
"You are home, my sweet little bitch," he finally answered her. "At least for
the time being."
"What are you talking about?" Gina demanded, a new wave of fear spreading
through her insides as he continued to manipulate her nipple between thumb and
forefinger.
"Your "home" as you call it is wherever I choose, since you are now my slave to
do with as I please." He switched to her other breast. "I really do like these
tits," he said matter-of-factly, "and so will my customers. Since you need a
name of my choosing, I think I'll call you Sweet Tits'."
Now Gina was truly scared. This man was crazy, talking about slaves and
customers and nonchalantly fondling her at the same time. "You can't do this,"
she said angrily, her voice breaking, "this is kidnapping, it isn't a game
anymore. I demand that you release me right now! I don't know what you're in to,
but I'm not in the mood!" Instead of being taken aback, he merely laughed again.
"Of course this isn't a game, my dear. It's business--my business. I deal in
pretty, fair skinned, female slaves and you and the other women on my ship are
merchandise. It's as simple as that." Slowly, his words sank in. His ship,
merchandise, slaves...she had indeed been kidnapped and, my god, yes, the motion
she felt was that of a ship underway. How would she escape? She struggled again
and screamed at him. "You can't be serious. You can't possibly get away with
this. They'll be looking for me and I left the party with you. They'll find out
who you are!"
"Oh, but you're wrong. No one will miss you for at least a couple of days.
You've no family except a couple of distant cousins. You often miss work because
of weekend binges of drinking, drugs, and trying to find something to fill that
hot pussy of yours. As for me, no one at that party knew me and they'll barely
remember which man you left with. When someone does get around to asking the
police, they'll question a few people, assume ...
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