wintersfanatic
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Looking for one male writer to play several kidnappers, and ultimately the man purchasing my character Emily at a private slave auction.
WARNING:
This thread will feature heavy non-consensual sex and physical/mental abuse.
Do not post here unless you have been approved
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WARNING:
This thread will feature heavy non-consensual sex and physical/mental abuse.
Do not post here unless you have been approved
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Perhaps the fastest growing criminal industry in the world, human trafficking is a lucrative and dangerous business and comes second only to the drug trade. The industry is reported to be worth billions of dollars, and affects men as well as women. Victims of trafficking are held against their will and often forced to perform a variety of services for their traffickers, otherwise they risk their death or the death of someone they know.
The sex trade is perhaps the worst form of human trafficking, where hundreds of thousands of women from all over the world are often lured into an area with the promise of work and are then forced them to become prostitutes or sold as sex slaves at private auctions to rich clients.
While most girls are taken from some of the most abject, gut-wrenching, hopeless countries in the world, victims can be exploited from any region... from any country... from any town...
At any time
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.The sex trade is perhaps the worst form of human trafficking, where hundreds of thousands of women from all over the world are often lured into an area with the promise of work and are then forced them to become prostitutes or sold as sex slaves at private auctions to rich clients.
While most girls are taken from some of the most abject, gut-wrenching, hopeless countries in the world, victims can be exploited from any region... from any country... from any town...
At any time
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Paris - France
It was on a warm afternoon that Emily and her older friend Michelle raced across the street and over to their hotel, each girl carrying more than a couple of shopping bags full of designer clothes and accessories. After all, why not? They were in Paris! The younger female couldn't help but giggle as the euphoria hadn't quite subsided yet, and Michelle was more than determined to let her friend experience all that the city had to offer. If the constant looks they received from some of the guys was any indication, their experience in Paris would be all that and more. Michelle knew that her friend was still a virgin, but now that Emily was eighteen she felt confident in being able to persuade her young padawan to give a little.
The high school senior certainly had a body to be proud of.
Long dark hair.
Olive skin.
Dark eyes.
Not to mention the perfect breasts any girl her age could possibly ask for. They were certainly more than a handful, and set against her toned body they seemed perhaps a touch larger than normal, but far from obscene. She worked hard to keep a flat tummy, and her ass was nice and tight, causing her jeans to appear more like a second skin than a simple covering. The pink tank top she wore was very form fitting, and scooped low enough to show off her impressive cleavage.
Tasteful but alluring.
Michelle, however, was all about curves, and she liked showing them off. Most of her clothes were meant to draw attention to her assets, but despite her provocative nature she wasn't a total slut.
She was... free. If throwing a wink or two could net them some extra goodies, then what was the harm is doing so? It worked on the cute concierge at their hotel, after all. Michelle probably wouldn't sleep with him, but she wouldn't exactly turn him away either.
The afternoon continued to drag on as the girls readied themselves for a night on the town, showering and fixing their hair while occasionally indulging themselves in a bottle of red wine. Michelle would poke her head out of the bathroom every so often and dance around with her younger friend, with both girls clad only in their underwear. Emily grinned as Michelle turned around and wiggled her butt a little, and the tiny bit of cloth that made up her panties had become wedged between her cheeks, making her ass stick out even more.
There was no need for them to rush getting dressed. They had more than a couple of hours to kill before they'd even think of heading out.
While Michelle retreated into the bathroom again, Emily began rummaging through her bags for her cellphone. She was supposed to call her parents earlier that day, but she'd gotten caught up in the rush of breakfast and shopping. With her back to the door, Emily leaned over her bed to grab at a few bags, trying to figure out which one she'd shoved her cell into.
