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by Jorgen Karlsson (joergen.karlsson@mbox302.swipnet.se)
***
From a far distance I heard female voices in a strange
language that I didnīt understand. I felt hands all over
my body, pushing and tearing off my clothes. They turned
me around and nailed me to the bed with the weight of
their bodies. Somebody sat on my head, pressing my face
down into the soft pillow. (F-dom/M, nc, rp, bd, intr)
***
The first day of my vacation would show to be my last
day as a free man. Or so it seems. Iīve given up any
hope of being released or rescued. My ankles and wrists
are sore and aching and I donīt even know what month it
is. Iīve got a foul taste in my mouth, and I shiver with
fear every time I hear steps in the stairs leading down
to my dungeon, halfway to hell.
My name is Franz Kuntz, Iīm a German national - you
might have heard or read about me. In the month of July,
I vanished from the face of the earth, during what was
supposed to be a wonderful and well deserved vacation in
Brazil, after almost two years of constantly working
overtime as a reporter and editor at the local
newspaper.
I thought of myself as a free man, recently divorced
from my former classmate and lover, Jannike. We met at
the age of fourteen in school and had been a couple
since then - a couple of months short of fifteen years.
Our marriage faded the last few years, so we both agreed
to go separate ways, still with a great respect for one
another - lovers turned into companions. And so we did.
At the age of twenty-nine, I still felt young and
curious of lifeīs mysteries. There was a world out there
that I hadnīt seen much of. I decided to start with
South America - and only a short visit, since I had to
be back in the beginning of August to my ball and chain.
Everything was set up, and I didnīt bother to learn
anything about the country; I was going there as a
tourist, so why should I waste my time reading boring
articles about agriculture and rural traditions and so
on? I know itīs pretty arrogant, but Iīd taken some time
off from being a nice guy with a correct mind.
I fell in love with the country right away, at the
airport. It was my first trip outside of Europe and just
about everything seemed exotic. The classy black, white,
brown or bronze-colored women moved their bodies in a
different dimension than German women did. Every step of
these ladies was gracious, proud and... sexy. And,
remember: I was still at the airport, among business-
people. I could only imagine how the more natural, down-
to-earth women in the real world would turn out to be.
And I got my share of that in the taxi to my hotel. I
was stunned. OK, itīs not that I havenīt seen beautiful
females before. But never in my life had I seen such an
army of delicious, mind-blowing creatures.
My hotel was located in the northern part of the town,
within walking distance from the beach, according to the
tourist brochure. It wasnīt much, but it was kinda
charming and clean. And not so big. I hate enormous
buildings. The staff was casual and friendly as I signed
in. My room was on the ground level. Great! No stairs to
climb, in case I got home awfully drunk one night, I
thought.
I showered, laid down naked on the bed and felt a rush
of desire pumping through my veins. A desire for hot,
exotic food, cold beer and those gorgeous felines that
seemed to be everywhere. My penis started to grow and
rise. Itīs swollen, purple head swayed gently over my
stomach, reaching almost nine inches from my groin. I
decided not to waste any precious seed here in solitude,
so I got dressed and hit the streets.
It was late in the afternoon. I had just finished a
large, tasty meal and ordered a second beer, when a
company of three well-dressed and good-looking middle-
aged women sat down at the table right in front of me.
They didnīt take any notice of my existence, so I
studied them for a while in secret.
The one facing me, about three meters away, had the
darkest skin Iīd ever seen. She was strikingly beautiful
and held her head high and proud. After only five
minutes or so, it was quite clear that she was the
"leader" of the three, the way she took command of the
humorous discussion, and the way the other two watched
and talked to her.
She had large, brown, jewel-like eyes, with only a stain
of cruelty in them, and thick, sensual lips, painted
with blood-red lipstick. Her curly hair was held by a
knot at the back of the head. She was dressed in a thin,
multi-coloured cotton dress that didnīt leave much for
the imagination.
Her breasts were big and heavy, heaving majestically
when she breathed. Her dress revealed lots of naked
flesh, including one third of her delicious breasts. The
nipples rose hard against the thin cotton. Her gracious
legs were crossed under the table. She wore pink, high-
heeled shoes. A really classy lady! 40 years old, I
guessed, married to some successful, soon-to-be very
rich and powerful man who never settled for the second
best.
I tried to imagine her in bed, soaked in sweat, moaning
and charging, with me kissing and licking her shining
black skin all over that mature and gorgeous body - and
realized that I wasnīt just horny, I was getting drunk,
too.
**
Over my third beer I glanced at the one sitting on her
left, from my point of view. Possibly 43 years old, with
skin that was lighter than mine. She was pale and she
was cold, or at least, thatīs what I thought.
Sophisticated middleclass, no doubt. Dull sex with her
fat husband once a week. Or maybe not, I was usually
wrong about people. She was good looking, alright, but
no knockout.
Everything about her looked normal - or a bit prettier
than normal, but nothing to remember her by, if you
hadnīt seen her for a couple of years. A charming smile
once in a while, but no passion.
I turned my attention to the third woman. Her mouth ran
all the time, except when her dark friend opened her
mouth to speak. Then she stopped, even if she was in the
middle of a sentence. As if she was afraid of her. And a
minute later they all laughed together. Strange. Motor-
mouth had light brown skin and huge breasts.
She might have been 45, or she might have been 50, it
was hard to tell. As the other two, she was well
preserved and healthy-looking. Definitely sexier than
the cold blond, but way back in the shadow of the black
beauty. Like her pale friend, she was more or less
commonly dressed, with ordinary brown sandals to go with
it. Probably divorced and looking for a stud at least
twenty years younger than herself. For a night or two.
I gave up my bizarre guessing game and turned my
attention to the street life outside of the window. The
first day of my vacation, and I deserved it. I was about
to call the waiter, to get my bill, when I heard a cool,
deep voice from the other table:
"You look very lonely, mister." I blushed. The dark
beauty walked towards my table and sat down beside me.
"You do not mind, mister?" Her voice was hypnotic,
spellbinding. The smile didnīt leave her face as she lit
a cigarette. I felt like a fool, unable to say something
that wouldnīt make me look even more stupid. "No, of
course not! Be my guest!"
"Your guest? You want take me to your place?" Still
smiling. But was she teasing me, or...
"No, I meant..." I tried to find the right words.
"No? You no want? You no like me, mister?"
So much for my guessing. A classy lady with a wealthy
husband. Right. And she turned out to be a hooker.
"Only joking, mister. I no bad woman. Have money. But
you look very nice, and I need practise English. I work
in office, and need practice English, please." She
showed me a ring on her finger. "See, I married." I
sighed in relief and we laughed together. The ice was
broken. "Iīm sorry, Mrs..."
"Mrs? You call me Rosita, please."
"OK, Rosita. Iīm sorry. I was thinking about something
else."
"Else? Is OK!"
And so the conversation continued for a while. Her
friends kept quiet in the background, while me and
Rosita had our first English-lesson. I tried to explain
that I wasnīt the perfect teacher, but she didnīt
understand, and that was fine by me. She smiled at me in
a way that made me wonder how much that wedding ring
really meant to her. And after more than two hours of
chatting I was quite sure that tonight was going to be
very special. But I couldnīt even in my wildest
fantasies imagine what I had coming to me.
**
The clerk at the reception just smiled at me when the
four of us entered. He handed me my key and checked out
my company. I wondered what was in his head at that
moment. I had just agreed to show the women my room, and
maybe offer them some of the tax-free Vodka. There would
be no sleazy group sex, but how was he to know? And how
was I to know that I was about to be robbed, raped and
sold as a slave?
Rositaīs two friends, Maria and Maria, found the Vodka-
bottle, two cans of Tonic-water and four glasses and
mixed the drinks while I and Rosita discussed the German
pension system. I couldnīt wait for the other two to
leave, so that I could get to know her a bit better. Her
eyes and her mouth didnīt speak the same language,
thatīs for sure.
A few drinks later, Maria and Maria went to the bathroom
together. And that was what we both had been waiting
for. We kissed with wide open mouths, feeling out each
other's bodies with clumsy, drunken movements. Half
crazy by lust, I undressed her in a couple of seconds,
and she laid naked before me.
I mustīve behaved like a horny teenager as I buried my
head between her legs and kissed her hairless, juicy
cunt. I sucked and licked the black and purple and pink
flesh, and I didnīt care about anything else in this
world: disease, her friends in the bathroom, the fact
that I was probably acting like a worthless lover - I
just couldnīt care.
She moaned and whispered sexy words in Portuguese as I
drank the love juices that flowed freely from her
beautiful sex. Dizzy with desire, I started massaging
her clit with my tongue. Her whole body was working its
way towards the climax. The black skin was shining with
sweat. She dug her fingernails into my shoulders. The
sharp pain made me groan, but I continued to take her
all the way, like a humble servant.
When she reached the orgasm, she wrapped her legs around
my neck and started squeezing with tremendous power. She
cut off the oxygen supply, and I didnīt have the
strength to part her legs. The last thing that went
through my head before everything went black was: -Iīm
being strangled by a woman!
From a far distance I heard female voices in a strange
language that I didnīt understand. I felt hands all over
my body, pushing and tearing off my clothes. They turned
me around and nailed me to the bed with the weight of
their bodies. Somebody sat on my head, pressing my face
down into the soft pillow.
As I regained consciousness, I realized that they were
about to tie my hands behind the back. My efforts to
break free were weak and useless. I heard them laughing
at me, scornful and cruel, and thought about all the
money and travelers cheques - close to a month's salary,
about to fly out of the window.
I didnīt know that was the least of my concerns, how
could I? They tied my feet together with black leather
straps and eased the pressure. My capturers were all
naked. It was the same women I had met at the
restaurant, yet three completely different persons. They
were predators, killers. I felt a cold wave of fear
running through my helpless body.
Then, all of a sudden, the light brown Maria jumped me
and slapped my face several times before she spat me in
the eyes. I felt my cock growing hard, and before I knew
it, she shoved it into her warm and wet cunt. She
taunted and hit me with closed fists in the face a
couple of times as she fucked me.
The other two cheered her, as if they were watching some
street fight. My eyes filled with tears when one of the
punches landed on my nose. The moment later, the blond
Maria was sitting on my face, ordering me in a self-
confident voice:
"Now, lick my ass, or you die!"
I hesitated for a second, disgusted but also at the same
time horny as an animal and scared half to death. I felt
the pleasure of a soon-to-come giant orgasm under the
other Mariaīs humping, and stretched out my tongue.
The blond Maria sighed loudly when I licked the crack of
her ass. I was like a slave, eager to satisfy his cruel
master. I let the tongue run up and down, up and down,
light and slow at first, tickling her firm and muscular
anus, moistening it with my saliva.
The taste was bitter, but not very strong, and nowhere
near as repulsive as one might think. The darker Maria
let out a shriek as she came on top of me. Her blond
friend gave me new directions:
"Fuck my asshole, and donīt stop before I tell you to!"
Without second thought, I penetrated her light-brown
muscle with the tip of my tongue. Bit by bit, I drove it
further up, further into her tight asshole. Then I
exploded in a furious orgasm, shooting my sauce into
Maria, the rapist.
The blond Maria moaned as if in agony every time I
buried my wet tongue in her ass, and sighed every time I
pulled it out.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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