Slave Trading

monique_minx

Passionate Disgrace
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Vivian Sawyer paused her second application of sunscreen and wiped her brow with the back of her arm, it was a hot day but well worth the sweat to finally be getting a nice tan on the beautiful Spanish beach Costa Brava. Her family was staying for two weeks while her father attended to business down south in Barcelona. Her mother had chosen this as the optimum place to stay and forced her husband to commute rather than herself and her two children; Vivian and her 14 year old pest of a brother Brent.

Brent was forever nagging Vivian when her friends came over, she was 18 years old and more beautiful than her mother liked but her brother never took any interest in her, except to perv on her female friends. Vivian wore a white bikini but wished she had chosen black the minute she hit the water, when wet, it clung to her and revealed the outline of her nipples and didn’t quite cover as much of her overly large yet natural breasts as she liked. Vivian had been considering breast reduction surgery, she was sick of the leering and staring that her breasts garnered. Her mother warned that back pain would be next but Vivian was yet to experience any of that.

Vivian had finally gotten out of the hotel room after three stir crazy days of rain, she was on her gap year after finishing high school and opting to take a year off before she started college. She wasn’t returning home with her parents, she would be backpacking around Europe when her best friend Kara arrived in three days’ time. Vivian could hardly wait, she would no longer have to put up with pretending she didn’t know why Brent spent so long in the bathroom and her father disapproving of every single thing she wore that wasn’t a sleeping bag!

Vivian finished applying the sunscreen and slipped her tote over her shoulder, it covered the tiny tattoo above her left breast that her mother had heartily (and vocally) disapproved of which read 'Carpe Diem' - seize the day. Vivian decided that a walk up the beach would be just what the doctor ordered. She went in search of shells and rock pools and collected a few along the way, reminding herself to wash them before she took them back to the hotel – her parents hadn’t been impressed with the stale fishy smell they’d had last time.

She was so focused on scanning the beach for shells that she didn’t see the man who walked right into her. Vivian was knocked down to the sand hard, her shoulder aching in pain from the connection and she dusted off sand as she moved to stand up and look at the man who had bumped into her.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. Ummm…lo siento…” Vivian said very slowly, hoping she got both the translation and the pronunciation correct, “I am so clumsy, are you alright?”
 
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Diego Marco had always been a failure in life. He never kept up with his studies and was failing his courses at university. Also being a drunkard and a womanizer, he was expelled after raping a freshman on campus in one of his drunken hazes. The victim refused to press charges, so he was never criminally charged. Moving to Barcelona, Diego tried to keep down a job, but kept getting fired when he either showed up late hungover, miss his shift entirely, or try to fuck one of his female coworkers.

Diego's rock bottom came when he lost all his money betting at the Casino Barcelona. Being behind on the loans he took out, he tried to steal as many casino chips from the other patrons, but was caught by security. Diego thought he was finished when he was escorted to the casino boss's office.

As a means to pay off Diego's debts, the casino boss gave him an offer he couldn't refuse. The casino boss also ran a slave trading operation. Because of Spain being a popular tourism destination, it makes it a prime area to capture women and sell them into the slave market with the least amount of notice from the locals. Since then, Diego spends every day on the lookout for young female tourists, captivates them, then when he lures them back for some private action, he kidnaps them and takes them back to their base of operations for payment and processing.

On this particular day, Diego's team was sent to Costa Brava, as the beach was a popular tourist destination. Diego walked along the beach, searching for marks. Setting his eyes on Vivian as she walked along the beach alone, he found the perfect target. She looked very slutty in her wet, white bikini, and her large tits and round ass screamed "Joderme." Diego got to use whatever girls he caught before handing them over, so his average, 15 centimeter cock was getting hard in his trunks.

Seeing that this young minx was too busy focused on seashells, Diego intentionally walked into her, pretending to not notice her. He has offered his hand to help her up, but she didn't notice it. Having no English training, he didn't understand any of what she said. "Mis disculpas señorita" he offered in apology. "Yo no hablo Inglés" Trying to be charming, he reached out and moved her hair out of her face, followed by lightly brushing the sand off her shoulder. "Usted es muy preciosa. No queremos que su belleza oculta detrás de su pelo. Se encuentra bien, señorita?"
 
“Mis disculpas?” Vivian rapidly translated the basic Spanish she knew in her head and reflected it back to Diego in English, “Oh right! You’re apologizing.”

She smiled disarmingly, “No ne-” He cut her off and she nodded, “Oh you don’t speak English!”

Vivian blinked as Diego fired off some rapid fire Spanish and she smiled in confusion as he lightly brushed her hair and shoulder, she thought he was dusting off sand.

She held up a finger, “Wait a minute.” She fumbled through her tote quickly and found her pocket translator, she held down a button and spoke into it, “Preciosa.”

Her pocket book whirred to life and responded almost immediately, “Precious.”

She pointed to the pocket translator, “Can you speak into this for me? Then I can understand you?”

But Diego looked confused by her English so Vivian tapped her translator and reversed the settings before she repeated herself into the translator, she pressed another button and the pocket book spoke again, “Se puede hablar en esto para mí? Entonces puedo entender qué?”

Vivian held down the button and reversed the settings again so that Diego could also use it. She held it out to him with a smile and pointed to the big fat red button so he knew which one to press to record himself.
 
Diego had seen these translators before, and they usually cause problems trying to get his targets to come back with him. The best course of operation was to keep the target mystified that this foreigner wants to have some fun with them without knowing exactly the intentions were.

If the target knew Diego wanted to take her somewhere private to fool around, they were less likely to follow him. But if the target had no idea what Diego was saying, she would respond better to his touches and advances and would be more apt to surrender to her womanly desires with this foreign man.

Diego pretended to not understand what Vivian was saying. He knew the red button was for recording and tried pressing every other button he could. As it was the time of day when the tide was coming in, Diego waited until a wave was coming in and timed it to where he took a step forward as the wave came over their feet. He "got tripped up" by the wave and fell into Vivian, "losing his grip" on the translator as it flew into the ocean, and crashed into the sand on top of Vivian.

Diego made sure that his face stopped at Vivian's face so that it looked unintentional that he kissed her full on the lips. His leg had ended up in between Vivian's, so as he broke the kiss and adjusted himself so he didn't have all of his weight on her, he lifted his leg and bumped his knee into Vivian's crotch, slyly rubbing it to get her juices flowing and her mind on letting this foreign man fuck her.

Once adjusted, he got up on his shoulders and said, "mis disculpas otra vez." He then looked into her eyes and said, "sin traducción necesaria supongo?"
 
Vivian was dismayed when her translator went flying but the thought was lost as Diego fell into her and she went flying backwards and landed sprawled in the sand on her back. She was shocked as Diego landed on top of her and their lips touched hard. It seemed accidental but that was closer than Vivian had been with any stranger. His knee seemed to bump her crotch and Vivian squirmed uncomfortably beneath him.

He seemed to move quickly to adjust himself to an appropriate distance and Vivian quickly forgave the entire accident in her mind. His apology was sweet even though she barely understood him.

“Erm, that’s okay.” She said flushed and breathless and then looked around, spying her tote lying nearby, “Oh there’s my bag.” She smiled at Diego and asked, “Could you just?-”

She didn’t have to finish, the gesture towards her bag seemed to bridge the language gap and Diego not only got up off her but then helped her up, “Oh, thank you. You’re sweet.” She told him.

She picked up her bag, it was a little sodden but nothing seemed harmed. She opened it and took out a sheer white sarong and wrapped it around her waist. She then found her matching kaftan and slipped that over her head. Vivian was satisfied with how she looked and pulled her bag up onto her shoulder again.

“No harm done.” Vivian smiled at Diego, “Do you live around here? Or work?” She wasn’t sure if he would understand her. Her stomach rumbled rather loudly and she blushed, “Or know anywhere nice to eat. I’m starving!”

She realized Diego wouldn’t understand her, “Oh um…eat…Spanish for eat, that’s…comer. Comida?” She smiled as flatteringly as she could and hoped she wasn’t insulting him or using the wrong words.
 
Diego had Vivian right where he wanted her. She has asked him for something to eat, which there were restaurants near the getaway van. Acting as if he understood her, Diego took her by the hand and led her towards the getaway van.

As they walked up the beach towards the shops, Diego kept quiet, acting as if he didn't understand Vivian even if she said the right Spanish words. He was trying to keep his cool. This was always the toughest part of the job, leading a young woman through the beach full of people and trying not to raise suspicion to anyone.

Arriving at the boardwalk, Diego heads towards the restaurant where the van was located. They have a deal with the restaurant owner when they park there, the security cameras are disabled so they can get away without video evidence. As the pair arrive around the corner of the restaurant, where the van is parked, Diego quickly checks to see that no one is coming, sweeps Vivian off her feet, and carries her into the van. The security guard inside the van closes the back doors while the driver drives away.

Pulling a knife out of his pocket, Diego placed the blade in front of Vivian as she was struggling underneath him. He then waited for the security guard to come up to his seat and show his gun. Once he saw Vivian look at the gun, Diego began to cut off all of Vivian's clothes. Once she was naked, Diego slid off his trunks, sat on top of Vivian, her chest being held down by his weight, and shoved his cock into Vivian's mouth.
 
Everything happened so quickly that Vivian was barely able to react, as soon as she’d begun to struggle; Diego pulled a knife on her. The threat of the gun however was what really scared her. Did they intend to kill her?

She felt tears spring into her eyes as Diego cut away her kaftan and roughly ripped her sarong away, the knife made several more slashes and her bikini was discarded as well. Her large breasts lolled around like a plate of jelly without anything to hold them in place. She was so humiliated and violated by this and so focused on the gun on her that she didn’t notice Diego’s next movements. Before long, she was winded by his weight on her chest as he crushed her breasts down and she thrashed about violently as he stuffed his cock down her throat.

She screamed around his cock and her eyes watered, fat salty tears rolled off down her temples as she tried hard to dislodge him from her mouth by shaking her head side to side. It seemed to encourage him to press deeper until she was choking on him. She writhed beneath him like an animal possessed and finally she scraped him with her teeth in warning and forced him to withdraw or be bitten.

She coughed and spluttered, gasping for air as the van door slid open and another woman was thrown in beside Vivian. The engine soon roared to life and the van began to drive off. Vivian panicked as she felt the van moving and looked over at the other woman beside her who was having her clothes cut away now.

She appeared to be Asian but unlike Vivian, this woman was clearly drugged. She was sluggish, unresponsive and barely had her eyes open – as a result, she fought a lot less than Vivian had. Her captor was about Diego’s age but had a surfer boyish charm to him – well he might have been more charming if he wasn’t busy sexually assaulting a woman anyway. Vivian watched with wide eyes as he stuffed his fingers inside this poor woman, his brow furrowed in concentration as he wiggled his fingers about and Vivian observed in confusion. Finally a triumphant gleam crossed his face and he started working to free his cock from the confines of his pants.

“She’s not cherry Alleck. Must be my lucky day!” He told the driver happily who gave a thumbs up from the front seat.
 
After Vivian scraped her teeth on Diego's cock, he was about to fight back before he heard the door open and this Asian girl get thrown in. Merrick then soon followed and closed the door.

Merrick was another one of the runners who worked for the casino boss. He was a Brit who got stuck in Spain after date raping too many women and then hiding in Spain. The casino boss found him and put him to work in exchange for protection.

The runners got to use the women they kidnap before turning them over for processing. Virgins pay a much higher price, so if a virgin is caught, they get more of a payout, but no chance to fuck them. Merrick had found that his Asian prize had no hymen, which led to him exclaiming as he did. Most runners preferred not to find virgins so that they got some pussy for themselves.

Without any preparation, Merrick immediately sunk his 8" cock balls deep into his Asian prize. She groggily moaned as the drugs kept her subdued. Merrick fucked his Asian prize hard and fast, having no concern with trying to please her.

Having a recent streak of only getting virgins, because he could only seem to attract the awkward virgin girls hoping they'd fine any man to take her virginity, Diego was certain based on Vivian's looks, he was going to finally get some pussy. Returning to Vivian, he slapped her on the face a couple of times before forcing her onto her belly and getting her ass up to fuck her doggy.

Placing his fingers at her pussy, he felt her soaking wet, but then felt her hymen. He grabbed Vivian by the hair and forced her around again before screaming "Eres Virgen? ERES VIRGEN?!?!"
 
Vivian cried out in protest as Diego slapped her and tried to shield her face. Eventually he just flipped her onto her stomach and Vivian wriggled hard beneath him, trying to free herself but it was tight inside the van and there was quite simply nowhere to go.

Diego forced his fingers inside of her, it was painful for Vivian as there was no lubrication. She felt completely violated and a few tears dripped from her eyes. She closed her eyes in an attempt to mentally prepare herself for her own rape. This was not how she imagined losing her virginity. She'd turned down so many horn-bags in order to keep it thus far, waiting for just the right man. This was not that moment she'd hoped for. Not here. Not in this dirty van being debased by this once suave and charming man. Vivian felt humiliated and stupid. She'd been so naive that she had left the crowded beach willingly with him. If she'd been able, she'd have hit herself in the forehead.

Vivian hissed sharply, her face contorting in pain as Diego pulled her around by her hair. It was obvious that he was angry but it took Vivian a few moments to figure out why as he yelled in her face.

"Yes!" She gasped, answering him. Her eyes were watering as she gripped his hand wrapped in her head in an attempt to alleviate the pain.

"Please let go!" She cried out at him, "Let me go, I won't tell anyone. I swear. Please!"
 
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