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From: "JÖRGEN KARLSSON" <joergen.karlsson@mbox302.swipnet.se>
Subject: "Sold" Ch.2  ( f/m, femdom, slavery, rape, humiliation)
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This story is purely fictional, and any similarities to rela persons or
events are just accidental. If you´re a minor, you´re not supposed to read
it, because the story contains a lot of more or less perverted actions,
such as: Female domination, slavery, humiliation and rape of helpless men.
Don´t say I didn´t warn you. And remember... If you like the story, let me
know. I´d appreciate it. There might be a fourth chapter, and there might
not be, depending on You. And... Don´t try this at home!
Jörgen

	"SOLD"

	THE SECOND CHAPTER

   The three ladies took turn in raping my slippery face. They sat on me
one by one, forcing me to lick them in the ass, while they masturbated.
   The cruel afro-queen stayed for an eternity, while the other two went
through my belongings, spreading clothes, books and other personal stuff on
the floor. They giggled in excitement when they found more than one
thousand UD-dollars in travelers cheques and cash.
   That is: I heard all this, but I didn´t see any of it, because my face
was covered with Brazil´s sexiest groin. I saw some steaming black flesh
and a part of the ceiling.

   My tied wrists and ankles hurt a great deal and they bled. But my major
concern was the fact that I was being robbed of all my money during my
first day in Brazil. Thinking about it nowadays: What a joke! A young,
naive european tourist being tricked by some sexy, street-smart native
women, and all he could think of is his hard-earned cash!

   I hurt all over. Even my tongue was sore from all the perverted licking.
They treated me worse than a dog, and they knew they could get away with
it. 
   Then, with a voice that wouldn´t take no for an answer, the queen
ordered me to go inside. And so I did. She had a very firm grip of my
tongue, and I had to fight to please her. She told me to go deeper, and I
did. When I was as deep inside her tight and bitter-tasting cave as I could
come, she started squeezing.
   I froze and panicked. She was about to strangle me again, but this time
I was even more helpless. 
   She embraced my struggling body with astonishing strength, and glued me
to the bed, while working on my soft tongue with her shining black anal
muscle. For a moment I was sure she was going to chop it off, and leave a
part of me buried deep inside the back of her gorgeous body.

   But after a few minutes, that felt like hours, her body started
shivering as she reached the climax. The pressure from her stranglehold
eased, and I was able to slip my aching tongue out of her ass, out of harms
way. For the moment, at least.

   Then, all of a sudden, she got up and started to dress. The blond Maria
made a quick call on her mobile phone. I didn´t understand a word, so I had
no idea what was coming next. 
   
   Almost an hour passed. During that time, the darker Maria fucked me
twice, while the other two smoked and listened to the radio. The bitch made
me eat my own cum from her cunt after she finished the first ride.    I
hadn´t been so humiliated in all my life, and that was still nothing
compared to what my future life as a slave would turn out to be like. 

   Then there was a knock on the door. Rosita opened and let a huge,
leather-dressed, mean-looking woman in her late thirties in. Her head was
shaven and her skin colour something between deep, dark brown and black.
She moved her body like a panther. If she´d been a head or two shorter and
fifty pounds lighter, she would have been really cute. If it wasn´t for
those killer-eyes. 
   They valuated me in a second, and then decided I was a piece of garbage,
and the worst part was that she was right. Those eyes struck me down, made
me shrink, made me surrender...

   Without saying a word, she handed Rosita a wad of bills, and the three
rapists left the room with my money and cheques.
   It took my slow brain a while to realize that they had sold me. Sold me!
Like a piece of meat.

   My owner or whoever she was sat down and stared me straight in the eyes.
For a long time. She slapped my face with shocking power everytime I tried
to look away. Those black leather gloves came down on me like the fists of
Mike Tyson. She was demonstrating her power, but it was needless. I had
already surrendered. 
   When she seemed certain that I was under her spell, she untied my hands,
still without taking her eyes off me. 
   Her big, leather-clad breasts pressed against the head of my abused
penis, and gave it new life. When she felt the growing, hardening flesh
against her nipples through the soft leather, she almost smiled. At least
the hang-man charm left her face for a second. 

   When she untied my feet, she squatted over my stomach, and revealed a
delicious, fully grown ass, gently squeezed by the soft and thin black
leather trousers. It was quite clear that she wasn´t wearing any panties.
Like she wanted me to know what was close, but still way out of reach. Just
like my freedom.

   This fabulous amazon must´ve outweighed me with at least twenty pounds
(about ten kilos), and I estimated she was close to a head taller than me.
That meant she had to be over six feet tall (two meters). 
   Her big and heavy breasts, and her large and firm buttocks looked very
effeminate and beautiful. her thick, sensual lips could have given any
heterosexual man sweet and wet dreams, if it wasn´t for that cruel and
self-reliant expression. 

   She got up and threw my clothes at me. I dressed in silence, horrified
of what she had in mind for me,but too stunned to even think about
attempting an escape. 
   She looked in disgust at the mess on the floor, so I got down on my
knees and picked my scattered belongings up. 
   She threw my large bag at me, and I started filling it. After half an
hour there were absolutely no signs of me left in the room. And she still
hadn´t uttered a single word. 

   At the door, on our way out, she crossed her strong arms over her bosom
and looked down at her feet. I knelt, with an unfamiliar sensation burning
in my guts, and kissed her shining biker boots. Then we left the room and
my past behind.



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