Roadrage (closed)

[Wolk]

Senor Chavez was known to most people in Central and South America as Baron de Coca. There wasn't a local politician that didn't take money from him and there wasn't a man or woman within a good five hundred miles of his mansion that didn't fear him like the Lucifer himself. He was, indeed, as close to a baron as one could get in a modern world. For many miles around his mansion, which was fortified significantly better than many fortresses, span the 'autonomous region' over which the federal government of San Lucia, a small country of jungles, hills and seashores, had no authority. Instead the region was ruled by Senor Chavez, whose loyal forces provided security and law, or what passed for law in the druglord's domain. Torture, abuses, violations of all rights imaginable were common and hardly surprised anyone anymore. Most locals saw it as normal and not an eyebrow was raised if an armed goon lashed a peasant for some kind of tiny offense on the side of a busy road. The Baron's men were kings and gods and most people tried their hardest to stay out of their way and their business.

But that is not where our story begins. It starts on a busy Californian highway where a large black SUV with tainted windows drove along, carrying Richardo Chavez, the spoiled 22 year-old son of Baron de Coca. He had very dark brown hair that looked almost black when worn back with shiny gel, like it often was. His handsome face was decorated with dark, jewel-like sparkling eyes that seemed to dominate the wills of others by the very act of looking at them. For all his crafty brains and powerful presence, Richardo had a temper, which occasionally flared and made him do silly things an adult shouldn't.

Now, too, as a light Mercedes cut up in front of their SUV, Richardo roared in anger.

"What is he thinking, this Americano?!" He groaned, then touched the driver on the shoulder. "Alejandro, catch him!"

The driver, like two other men in the SUV, whose clothes bulged from large submachineguns hidden under them, was a highly skilled fellow. Within several miles the Mercedes was forced off highway, then off the road onto the shoulder and had to stop. Richardo exited the vehicle, which still blocked the white car's way, and approached the driver side of Mercedes. His breath caught slightly and a smile went onto his lips. The 'he' behind the wheel of the car was actually a woman and a very sexy one at that. Her blue eyes shone with anger and her ample chest heaved with each heavy breath she took. Richardo spent a good half a minute looking her up and down and it didn't go unnoticed. She hissed him insults, telling him she was way out of his league. Taken aback, Richardo frowned and shook his finger.

"You very beautiful, chica, but don't talk like that to me. You don't know who I am." He said with an accent.

"The police will find out!" She hissed, digging up her cellphone. It was quickly snatched out of her hand by his quick move though, and with a painful crush Richardo's heavy boot turned the expensive device into junk on the asphalt.

"No, they will not." He said, staring her down. "Snitch about this and you'll be dead, bitch." He waved to the driver of the SUV and it moved away, opening the road for the Mercedes. "Now say you're sorry and you can go." Richardo said. But the woman wasn't the kind to do that.

"Fuck you, wetback!" She threw, then floored the accellerator and her Mercedes sped away, tossing gravel from under its expensive wheels.

Richardo took a deep breath, looking at the quickly disappearing car with an angry gaze. 2GUD4U the customized license plate read, announcing to the whole world that its owner was a snobby bitch. He clinched his fists as the passionate Latin mind in him raged quietly. The bitch was in way more than she bargained for now and she was going to pay. He took out his own cellphone and dialed a number as he walked back to the black SUV.

"Jose." He said. "My friend, I remember you asked what would make a good Christmas present for me. I think I have something in mind now..."

"Anything you want, ese!" The phone answered and a small smile curled up Richardo's lips.

"Good. I'll be at your place in ten minutes."

Jose was the leader of a powerful Latin American gang in Los Angeles. He depended largely on Baron de Coca and so was eager to do favors for Richardo or anyone else associated with the Baron. Such a small thing as cleanly kidnapping a woman and smuggling her to South America was so easy for him that it could hardly even be called a favor. In half an hour Richardo had Jose's hearty assurance that the bitchy blond hottie who drove the 2GUD4U Mercedes this morning will be in the Baron's mansion, gift-wrapped for him in a couple of days.

Richardo knew Jose's word was as good as gold. He whistled, back in good spirits and went about his business, deciding to return home earlier than he had planned.

 

[secretaddict]

Penelope was so busy arguing on her cell phone over a corporate deal that she didn't see the vehicle that was oncoming. She cut him off and when her actions were made apparent she said to the person on the phone, "I can't talk about this anymore right now. I'll call you back tommorow morning." She hung the phone up and dropped it in her purse. She looked in the mirror and said out loud, "Oh, shit! I bet he's pissed off."

And then she became afraid as the SUV was used to further point out what she had done. And then she was forced off the road. There was more than one man and she was terrified. But, she decided to play it cool like none of this scared her. She was so afraid that she missed most of the words coming out of the mouth of the angry hispanic. When her way was clear she floored the gas pedal. She breathed deeply relieved she had escaped. She was now trembling and vowed to keep her eyes on the road all the way back to the hotel.

As she stepped out of her Mercedes and handed the keys off to the valley she wanted to kiss the ground under her feet. But, of course she would not risk her public image by doing such things. Penelope had quickly gained the respect of the corporate world. She had to always be on guard. She had to always give the appearace of a strong, intelligent, rutheless and don't need a man independent woman.

The valley used the keys to open the trunk of the car. A young bellhop hurried over and retreived her three bags of luggage. She said to him, "I am checking in. Penelope Mitzger." He nodded, "Yes, ma'am." He put the luggage on the cart and followed behind her.


She stopped by the front desk to check in. The man behind the counter obviously looked on in appreciation of her looks. She exhaled hard, "My eyes are up here, Sir." The man blushed, "How can I help you, Miss? Checking in?" She nodded, "Yes. Penelope Mitzger. I'm here for the Technologies of Tommorow conference." He smiled as he typed away on the computer. When he found what he was looking for he looked up to her, "Yes, Ma'am. The conference is scheduled to start at 10:00am." She exhaled, "I am fully aware of the times for the conference. I am the key speaker." The man seemed flustered, "Yes, Ma'am. My apologies. You are in VIP suite #2. Let me just grab the key card." She snapped at him, "Yes, you do that."

He pulled open a drawer, retrieved the correct key card and handed it to her with a smile, "If you need anything, Miss. Mitzger, please do not hesitate in calling the desk down here." She nodded, "Thank You."

The bellhop followed her as she entered the elevevator. There was an older man dressed in a suit who obviously worked for the hotel in there. He smiled politely, "What floor ma'am?" She said, "VIP." He nodded, "Yes, one floor below the penthouses, floor 40." She nodded as he pressed the button.

When the elevator doors opened she stepped out and walked to her door. She slid the key card through the electronic lock, a short buzz was heard and the door clicked open. She pushed the door open and stepped in with the bell hop on her heels. He took the bags off the cart and sat them in a corner. Once at the door he wasited for a moment. Penelope felt like tempting the young bell hop of only about 18 years old. She leaned against the wall and eyed him up and down. With a sexy smile and flirty eyes she said, "Thank you. Now, how should I tip you? What would a young sexy guy like you want?" He stammered, "Uh.... I... a... few d-dollars is o-ok." She stood up but very close to him. She slid a hand up his chest and whispered in his ear, "Surely you are worth more than a few dollars."

The young man had become very turned on and couldn't believe this was happening to him. She slid her hand down to his crotch and massaged his hardened cock knowing he wanted her just like all the other men. She chuckled evily and stepped away. She dug in her purse and handed him a twenty dollar bill. The young man was obviously annoyed at her teasing. She of course didn't care as he slunk away quietly closing the door behind himself.

That night she took a long soak in her spa bathtub. She then slid into bed completely naked as she always liked to do.....

 

[Wolk]

The kidnapping was easy as pie, if a bit high-profile. A search on the license plate revealed the name of Miss Mitzger and that she does not permanently reside in Los Angeles. Half an hour's work calling to the city's major hotels and the precise hotel in which she was staying was known. Of course, nobody knew the room number, nor would be let up to see her without invitation, and it would've been awfully difficult to smuggle her out past all the hotel employees. But there was no need.

In the middle of the night some inexplicably raging vandals and hooligans descended onto the building, breaking windows and tossing homemade firebombs inside. In less than a minute they were all gone before the police arrived and the building was in flames. The attack would be considered, and partially actually was, part of a turf war between rival gangs. Be that as it may, such turn of events prompted the hotel staff to hastily evacuate guests onto the street, lest they be left to cook in the building. Among them was angry Penelope, who wasn't given time to put on more than just a skimpy bath robe and was freezing her sexy, perfectly fit ass in the cool winter air. Had it not been in California, she'd be in serious danger, but there the weather was mild enough that day to handle.

A Latino maid in the hotel uniform approached her with apologies on behalf of the hotel and bore the brunt of Miss Mitzger's bitchy anger with puppy-like eyes.

"I sorry, Miss Mitzger. I so sorry..." She repeated until she was allowed to say there was a limo that would take Penelope to another hotel nearby for the night until things here get sorted out. The prospect of a warm, soft inside of a limousine was hard to resist, but it was a trap.

"Come on, lady. We all wanna get off this cold street!" Another hotel patron, as fake as the maid, said and shoved her into the limo's open door. A pair of strong hands pulled her in and the man who shoved her got in behind her and closed the door. The limo sped away and disappeared into the night. She was awake just long enough to see a latino man who helped pull her in take a cloth smelling of some weird chemical and press it into her face. A few breaths later the world went dark and silent for her, colored only by uneasy dreams.

Her unconscious body was unloaded inside a garage. She was tied with handcuffs and anklecuffs, both of which allowed enough chain for her to move, but not enough to move quickly or too far. Thus she was loaded into a very dark shipping container, which had only a few mattresses on the floor, a canister with water, an empty bucket and a bowl. The shipping container was loaded onto a freighter belonging to one of the Baron's semi-legal companies and next morning, even before the effects of the drug left Penelope's head the ship sailed with Richardo and a crew of loyal soldiers and smugglers to guard her.

 

[secretaddict]

Penelope slowly awoke from the drug. She was very drowsy and tried to move. She felt something cold tightly around her wrists and ankles. Penelope moaned from the fatigue and headache. She tried to open her heavy eyes to see what was going on. But there was only darkness. The fatigue got the better of her and she was unconcious again.

Some time later she awoke more alert. She became very aware very quickly that she had been kidnapped. The metal cuffs were not giving at all. She stumbled around in the dark and then saw a thin stream of light. She followed the light to a small hole where a bolt had rusted out and left a hole in which she could peek out. She squinted one eye and looked out. Her eyes grew wide when she saw water. Other containers could be seen. She figured out she had been kidnapped, handcuffed, stored in a shipping container, put on a ship and was sailing across ocean waters.

She then began banging on the wall as the chain from her writst slapped the wall, "Help! Somebody let me out of here! Help! Help!"

 

[Wolk]

The guards informed Richardo that their cargo was, apparently, awake by now and acted in the most loud manner. He scoffed. That was to be expected from the loud, center-of-the-universe bitch. Sitting down like a mouse and hoping they'd forget about her just wasn't Penelope.

"Ignore her." Richardo told the guards. "Let her scream her voice out hoarse."

They did and for the next half an hour Penelope was allowed to cry freely, not a single soul within twenty miles of ocean that cared about it. Finally, the guards had been annoyed by it enough and asked again to be allowed to do something about it. Richardo nodded and gave them instructions.

A few minutes later one of the guards, a huge man with Latin features and a black beard, entered the container, letting in light, which outlined his massive figure. He grunted in displeasure, looking at slightly blinded Penelope and approached her with determination. He grabbed her roughly by the hair and made her look at him.

"What the fuck are you screaming for, puta?!" He barked.

 

[secretaddict]

OOC: For those of you who do not know Spanish everything in ( ) is the English translation.

IC:
Penelope screamed when the brute grabbed her by the hair. When he called her a punta she yelled at him, "I know what that means! Fuck you! Let me go before I kick you in your testículos (testicles)! ¡Usted empalma a fucker! (You butt fucker!)" She then pulled against him and began trying to kick him. She brought her handcuffed hands up together in one big fist and swung at the arm holding her.

Inside she was terrified. But, she knew she had to at least attempt to fight. She didn't know if the paln was to kill her or not. But, she knew what ever it was could not be good for her. So, she began fighting as if fighting for her life.

 

[Wolk]

The big guard emitted a deep, low laugh at her resistance and anger. It could've been taken for Santa's ho-ho-ho, had it not been so scary under the circumstances. Her fists kept bouncing off the tough skin and the bulging muscles under it, hardly hurting his arm at all.

"You fiesty punta!" He grinned, drawing entertainment from infuriating her further. "Your filthy mouth is for sucking cock, not screaming like a bitch." He noted matter-of-factly.

Before Penelope could unleash another wave of angry resistance, he swiftly jerked her head by the hair he still held in his hand. Once her head was in the right position, the guard's other hand delivered a strong, fast, ringing slap across her face. Her skin quickly began to turn red where his palm connected and Penelope was left gasping, stunned by the blow.

"That shut you up." The guard noted. "I'll remember to use it more often."

He waited for little bit until she recovered, then gave her another slap on the face, this one even harder than the first. He grabbed her and turned her around, putting his hand around her neck and squeezing until he had her helpless.

"Now shut up and listen, bitch." He told her, putting his finger inches from her eyes in a warning gesture. "Your screams are fucking annoying. Save them for when you get a big cock up your cunt. Now you're gonna shut up and stay quiet, or I swear I'm gonna fucking make you quiet! Got it?"

"You'd better have, puta. If I hear shit from you again, I'll tie you up like a fucking pig until you can't move, and I'll stuff a dirty gag down your throat."

He tossed her away and left the container, locking the metal door behind him.

 

[secretaddict]

She now knew her purpose. She was kidnapped for sex. When she was thrown away she laid on a mattress stunned. And in the darkness she wondered, "Why kidnap me and transport me across the ocean for sex?!" And then her heart raced and she began to cry. She had heard about American women being kidnapped and taken to other countries to be sex slaves. All of the men had hispanic accents. She understood the purpose of her capture was to be a sex slave.

Penelope laid on her side sobbing. She had done so much to be where she was in her life. She had succeeded wonderfully. And now she was nothing more than a sex slave. She remembered her visits to Spain and how she fell in love with the area. She wondered if that is where they were going. It was hard to believe a plave she fell in love with could possibly be the place she would be enslaved in.

She knew she was in a helpless situation on this boat. But the first chance at escape that came her way once off the boat she would take it.....

 

[Wolk]

The guard forgot about the incident pretty quickly, no longer disturbed by the commotion she at one point made. While it shook poor Penelope somewhat to be treated this way, it was nothing out of the ordinary for the big smuggler and thug.

For the time being, she was left alone for the fifteen hours remaining in their trip. The ship unloaded at the docks of a minor port in the land belonging to the Baron. It was more than safe there, but taking chances was not how the Baron and his men stayed safe. Penelope wasn't allowed out of the container or even visited. It was simply lifted in its entirety with a shipping crane, fixed onto a flatbed truck and driven like this.

During that unloading process the container swayed dangerously in the wind and rotated slightly, making for several minutes of psychological torture that would unsettle almost anyone.

The truck was accompanied by two black, tainted-windowed SUVs and the same number of open Jeeps, each mounted with an impressive machinegun. Soldiers with assault rifles rode in the Jeeps, while civilian-clothed men were in the SUVs, but they, too, had impressive weapons. Had Penelope seen it, she would likely get even more unsettled, as the scene looked like one from a movie. For the moment, however, all she saw were the dark walls of her shipping containers and small glimpses of what was going on outside through the peep hole she found earlier.

They drove for a long time, distance being multiplied by the sad state of rural roads. Thick, wet jungle was alternating with agricultural landscapes. They passed through a town here and there and at the center of the town there invariably was a 'police' precinct complete with soldiers just like ones that rode with them and Jeeps with machineguns.

They stopped frequently, going through roadblocks, but, of course, the name Christopher Chavez gained them passage as fast as was humanly possible. Finally, they reached the outermost perimiter of the Baron's villa. Truthfully, it was hard to call a simple villa, which implies a reasonably small place. This dwelling spanned for many square miles, had well-groomed gardens around it, expansive stables and garage, a helicopter port, and accomodations for several hundred soldiers, servants and others. All of it was enclosed by three layers of thick, high wall, which had towers, heavily armed strong points, minefields and barbed wire all around it. The place was ment to be a fortress and so it was. Dogs, patrols, helicopters, heavy weapons - all was in abundance and any force that did not have heavy bombers or nukes, no matter how strong it was, would have a very rough time taking the Baron's stronghold.

Such was the place Penelope was brought into. It was a place with no hope of escape and one where she had no rights whatsoever, where she was nothing but a toy to those with power. For the time being, she was mostly blissfully unaware of it, though suspicions must have been crawling through her based on what limited glimpses she saw through the hole. She would learn soon enough. The hard way.

The column of cars and a truck came to a halt by the garages and the guards opened Penelope's container.

"Take her to a cell in the dungeon D." He ordered and left to do his own business before she was even brought out. He didn't need to stick around. The guards knew their job well and a few minutes later a heavy door closed behind Penelope after she was shoved into a fairly spacious, but very dimly-lit prison cell. They took off her cuffs before locking her up, threw her a hairbrush, a bar of soap and a stick of bright red lipstick.

"Get cleaned up, you whore." One of them tossed her just a moment before the heavy metal door slammed shut, taking away all hope of her immediate escape.

 

[secretaddict]

Penelope had indeed seen much. There were guards and foreign speaking police all over the place. It was very clear she was in a foreign land.

She grunted when thrown into the cell so roughly. The growled at the items being thrown at her. She did want to wash up a bit with the soap and a bucklet of water after being tossed about in that crate. So she did. But she refused to use the brush and lipstick to pretty herself for her captor.

She curled up into a ball on the thin mattress which laid on the floor. She pulled a tattered gray blanket over her body to help warm her shivering body. She was shivering from fear and the cold cell.

 

[Wolk]

Richardo cleanly forgot about his newly caught toy for a long while. Or so it seemed because not he, and certainly nobody else, had visited Penelope in her little cell for a good, long day and night and another day. She had no food; nothing but a small, torn blanket and her skimpy hotel robe to keep her warm, and nothing but a bar of soap to wash with. So, when Richardo did show up after all, she was bound to be a miserable thing, much unlike the one he met on the American highway.

Two guards opened the door and let him in, then locked it behind him. The light he brought finally illuminated the cell nicely. He looked her up and down and tilted his head with interest. Finally, he leaned back against the wall and gave her a small smile.

"Remember me, chica?" He said. "I told you not to talk to me in that bitchy tone. Now look what you got yourself into."

 

[secretaddict]

She cut her tired eyes up to him as he spoke. When he was finished she said in a horse voice, "I was scared. I thought it would disuade any violence you guys might have had planned. But, it doesn't matter now. I know you don't care. I don't know what you have planned for me. But, I am almost sure I'd be better off left to rot down here."

She sat up with her back against the wall and glared at him, "I won't be willingly used. What country am I in? Usted bastardo el coger.... (You fucking bastard)." Her robe had come undone and a breast was visible including nipple. She quickly pulled the robe back together.

 

[Wolk]

He slowly approached her, like a cat coming to a mouse. It was his fortress, his game with his rules. A smirk on his lips must have been annoying and unnerving to her, but that was exactly its purpose.

"You're right. I can do much worse than just leaving you to starve and rot in this cell."

He jumped at her and pressed her to the wall with his body, grabbing her by the throat and squeezing light enough to show her who is in power, but not really hard enough to truly choke her.

"And I'll do it if you keep playing a dumb, arrogant fucking bitch!" He squeezed her neck a little tighter, completely ignoring all attempts to resist. "You had a lot, Penny, but you screwed up and now you have nothing, not even your life or body. They both belong to me. Now, you're gonna be a good, obedient little fuckslut, or I'm gonna show you that there are things worse than that."

He let her go and took a few steps back, giving her some room.

"Strip." Richardo ordered, his eyes glaring.

 

[secretaddict]

Penelope was startled when he manhandled her. No one had ever handled her in such a brutish manner. She was surprised at his speed and strength. Penelope tried to struggle but she quickly learned it was useless against him. Penelope grunted at him, “No! I won’t! ¡bastardo del diablo! (devil bastard)”

She gripped her robe tightly in defiance, “You don’t deserve me! I will not give myself to you for your sexual needs!” She huddled in the corner as her pulse race and her skin flushed red. Her whole body trembled with fear. Penelope hoped he would change his mind about her and let her go. But, deep inside she knew this fight was over before it began and she was at his mercy. For some reason she felt as though she had to at least attempt to fight no matter how futile her fight was.

 

[Wolk]

Richardo shrugged.

"Fine." He almost laughed when he saw the look on her face. Surely this couldn't be the end of her troubles? Surely he wasn't just going to leave her alone.

"You won. You got about five minutes to celebrate it." He winked. "Enjoy."

He then turned and walked out of the cell, leaving her alone for about said two minutes. He used the time to give some orders to the guards.

Soon, the cell door opened again and a pair of big guards entered. They didn't talk to Penelope, just shoved her face-down onto her mattress and locked hand- and anklecuffs on her. The two were connected by a very short chain, which forced her to keep her back arched, her chest thrust out and her hands behind her back. A rather long rigid bar was shoved between her knees and fixed there, forcing her to keep her legs spread wide. Finally, a metal gag was put into her mouth. It consisted of two rigid steel wires that grabbed a hold of her teeth firmly and kept her jaw wide open. Naturally, it couldn't be removed unless somebody unlocked it behind her head. The result was that her mouth was opened invitingly, but she couldn't coherently speak or spit anything out.

The guards took out their cocks and started stroking, horny grins on their faces as they looked at her. That's when Richardo entered the room and gave a small smirk at the scene.

"I guess I won this one, eh, girl?" He winked.

He came to her and opened that robe she refused to give up herself, then looked her exposed body up and down shamelessly. He groped her breast lightly, opened her pussy with his fingers to have a look inside.

"See, sweetie. It doesn't matter what you want or don't want. You'll still have to take everything I want you to take. And if you had a little brain, you'd realize that offering to do it all willingly and diligently is the only way to stay on my good side and maybe earn yourself some slack." He shrugged and unzipped his pants. "Anyway, time to initiate you into your new role, slut."

 

[secretaddict]

So the fight was over. She knew as well as he did now. Now she entered into survival mode. She just wanted to survive now. So, she would heed his words and do what he wanted now. Or at least lull him into believing it while always waiting for her moment to escape.

Tears of defeat rolled down her face as all resistance fled away. He back and jaws were aching already. She just decided to be a good little slave hoping it would all be over soon. She knew he planned to use her but she was unsure if the guards would too. She hoped not. One brute was enough.... not three.... She closed her eyes wishing this was all just a nightmare.

 

[Wolk]

Richardo took out his cock and shed his pants away. He grabbed Penelope by that once luxurious blond hair that now looked messy. Holding her head firm by it, he slapped his cock all over her face, then put the head between her lips, which she couldn't close for the gag.

"Lick it, you cunt." He ordered.

Some more slapping followed, and groping, which the two guards joined in, squeezing her feminine flesh hard for their primitive enjoyment. Finally, Richardo decided he has had enough foreplay. He gestured to the guards, who stood back slightly and continued to stroke themselves as he took position between her forcefully spread legs. He rubbed his cock over her pussy and looked up at her face.

"Hope you're wet for me, or it's gonna hurt." He winked, then thrust forward, penetrating inside of her.

 

[secretaddict]

Penelope could only do as she was told in hopes this would be over soon. She licked as told and was slapped around a bit. Finally he got down to the penetration part. Penelope thought to herself, "Finally. Maybe this will be over with soon."

When he entered her she was dry and it did hurt. She cried out from the pain and tried to inch away but this was impossible to do. As he shoved his cock in and out of her she could not help but notice how much he filled her. She was no virgin but had not been with many men. But of the ones she had been with, Ricardo was definitely the most well endowed.

Eventually her pussy responded in the natural way in which they do during sex. It wanted to be lubricated to reduce the pain so, there was moisture that began to build up. But, Penelope was in no way enjoying this and it still hurt. The tears still freely flowed from her face as her tight pussy was ravaged by a monster.

 

[Wolk]

Richardo cringed at first as he entered her. It was as unpleasant to him as it was to her. Of course, pleasure wasn't what he was after there. If he wanted pleasure he could've had other, much more cooperative women, the ones who would do anything to please him. No, with Penelope it was about humiliating her and teaching her a lesson, at least for now. Just a few days ago she was the queen of her world and now she's tied open and her pussy offered for use whenever he feels like it. That was bound to shake her up! Richardo even considered letting the guards have a go with that pussy first, but the thought of taking it second revolted him somewhat.

Soon it started feeling better and he grinned. Loudly, he commented about it to the guards.

"Well, look at that! The slut's getting all wet now." He laughed. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you, bitch? Such a whore!"

He fucked her harder and faster now. He used her with complete disregard for what she wanted or felt, like a warm, wet, high quality toy whose only purpose was to get him off. Her little pussy felt great on his massive cock and he had to bite his lip from time to time at the intensity that made her try to scream. The gag stopped it, naturally, and all that came out was a series of urgent moans.

One of the guards started grunting and Richardo knew he was ready.

"Come here. Spray her in the face." He told the man, who grinned and quickly obliged.

He held Penelope by the hair tightly with one hand, while working his cock with the other. His breathing was ragged, gasps and moans falling off his lips. Suddenly he tensed, groaned out loud and a sea of fresh, warm cum exploded in a series of jets, splattering onto Penelope's cheeks, lips, into her forcefully open mouth.

 

[secretaddict]

Penelope flinched as the warm goo spalshed all over her face. She found it outirght revolting and gagged at the taste as it landed in her mouth. She was glad that at least her pussy was well lubricated and beginning to accept the intruder a little better. It still hurt but not as bad.

She groaned with each thrust tired from crying out. The tears finally stopped as if she had cried all her eyes could produce. She just laid there making only light groaning sounds as she was used like a doll. The wetness even seeped to her virgin ass hole. His testicles stuck a little each time he pulled out of her. She felt very dirty and violated. And not to mention humilated.

 

[Wolk]

A collective hoarse laugh of three throats sounded out at poor Penelope's reaction to having cum sprayed on her face and into her mouth. They saw how disgusted she was with it, but the creatively made gag left her only the choice between swallowing it or eventually choking on it.

Soon, Richardo felt his own orgasm approaching. He got used to the intense feelings of her tight pussy and now didn't feel like leaving it for any reason. His cum, at least, would not be on her face. He pumped harder and hard, groaning and grunting, reaching up to roughly grope her tits from time to time. Finally, he was there as well and with a loud groan he pinched her nipples painfully hard, making her pussy involuntarily contract on his spewing cock. His body shook as he unloaded a big, powerful orgasm into her proud little pussy, humiliating her futher when the abundance of hot cum began oozing out of her and mixing with her own sticky juices once he withdrew.

"Ooh! That's a good fucking cunt right there!" He commented as he petted it roughly with his palm.

Richardo then petted her cheek, smearing the guard's cum over her face. He frowned in disgust and wiped his hand, then his cock, on her messy blond hair.

"Well, I gotta go." He said. "Finish her off, then invite the next shift to cream her face if they feel like it. Just leave that cunt and ass alone for now. Yeah, and untie her for the night."

Richardo left, accompanied by the sounds of the second guard, who just reached his orgasm and was enthusiastically pumping his load off straight into Penelope's open mouth. Fifteen minutes later the next two guards showed up to replace these two. They groped her rubbed their sticky cocks over her face, slapped them on her skin, fucked her tits and finally dumped a big load each onto the woman's face, adding to the massive cummy mess.

They took off her chains and gag, then left, locking the door and taking the bucket of water with them. Cruelly, they left her the soap, though it would be of little use as all Penelope could do to clean up is wipe the seas of cum off her face with her own robe or blanket.

 

[secretaddict]

Penelope laid there like a lifeless doll as the men crudely sprayed their seed all over her. When it was all over and she was unchained, she just rolled over onto her side not even attempting to remove the goo. She was exhausted, stressed and hopeless. As she stared at a wall a tear slipped from one ey, over the bridge of her nose and dripped onto the bedding below her. She closed her eyes and fell asleep, naked, cum covered and defeated.

 

[Wolk]

She was left undisturbed for the rest of the day and the night. Next day, late in the morning, Richardo came in to take a look at her reaction at what was done to her. What he saw put a victorious grin on his face. She was quite a sight with masses of cum dried on her face and in her hair.

"Well, well. I see you've been used well since I left." He smirked. "Does that get the point across, honey? You're nothing now. You're whatever I want you to be. I wanted you humiliated and look at you now. If I wish that you be gang-raped by twenty men, you will be. Or, I could give you to one of the real sadists to play with; the kind that have a smile on their face when they make you scream in horrible pain."

He gave her a small smile.

"Well, it's not all bad. I can be relatively nice too. Relatively."

"Now crawl over here and tell me what you are, bitch."

 

[secretaddict]

Almost like a robot she crawled over to him and kept her head bent down in shame. In a hoarse and trembling voice she said, "I am your sex slave. Please tell me what I am to call you." She softly sobbed as tears dropped to the floor beneath her. Her skin was cool ans she trembled lightly. Her nipples were hard and tender. She felt so very dirty, even disgusting.

 

[Wolk]

"Good!" Richardo said with satisfaction seeing this drastic change in the one who was so feisty yesterday. "Looks like you're starting to understand your place, slut."

"Get up on your knees." He ordered, reinforcing the order with a light yank on her hair. "You can call me Senor Richardo or just Senor if we are alone."

"Are you hungry?" He asked. Of course she was. She hasn't been given anything to eat since she was kidnapped.

"Well, then. You can suck my cock and eat the cum you earn." He said. "And you'd better do a good job."