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Subject: "Sold" Ch.3  (f/m, femdom, slavery, 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"


	CHAPTER 3

   Exactly three months after the abduction of Franz Kuntz, Nikki Yakomoto,
a 43-year old Japanese author, landed in Rio de Janeiro.
   The last couple of months she had been collecting som extremely
hard-to-get information about a bizarre and exclusive sex-resort right in
the middle of the Brazilian jungle, guarded by a small and armed female
militia.
   The work to gather the pieces had been very time-demanding and
difficult, and would have been impossible without her unvaluable contacts
around the world. 

   Her husband and three children thought she had gone here to make some
studies for her next novel. And that was partly true. Only, she hadn´t told
them anything about the subject. What they didn´t know wouldn´t hurt them. 

   At the hotel she took a shower and turned on the 28" TV. The room was
ridiculously expensive, but being a successful, best-selling writer, she
could afford the best. 
   
   Nikki had a secret passion that nobody close to her, including her
beloved husband, knew anything about. She opened a Japanese book with an
ordinary cover, that didn´t give any hints about what the book actually
contained. She went to chapter five, where she had last left off. It was
about a group of slave traders in the jungle of Papua New Guinea, who had
been captured by their "live stock". 
   The book was so perverted and cruel that even Japan had banned it. But
everything that had a market also had producers, and the book was available
for everyone who knew where to look for it.

   Nikki loved the part where the village chief´s fat wife, an impressive
woman weighing more than 250 pounds, wrestled one of the terrified slave
traders to the ground and slapped him in the face with her water
melon-sized breasts, while four of her daughters held his arms and legs.
Then she scraped most of the skin off his face. Their prisoner almost died
of horror and pain during the torture, but remained conscious until the
powerful woman pissed in his massacred face. Then his lights went out.

   Nikki ran her tongue over the red lips and spread her legs. She started
caressing her soft and full breasts with the free hand, as she read about a
young virgin whipping the life out of one of the other traders.
   "Serves them right, those stinking pigs!", Nikki whispered to herself,
and sent her sensitive hand further down, to her thick, black bush. She
stroke the pubic hair for a few minutes, then the swollen and wet lips,
massaging them gently with a light touch. She was in no hurry.
   A slow, sensual foreplay in peace and harmony was always followed by a
long series of wonderful explosions. She had taken masturbation into
perfection, and sometimes she reached so high during her climax that she
fainted.

   At 43 years of age, Nikki had never in her life looked better than she
did now. The short and naked, pale-skinned woman staring back at her from
the mirror was a delight to the eye.
   So, she wasn´t as firm as she had been 20 - 25 years ago. And her
breasts were almost twice the size now, and hung down heavy instead of
pointing out, as they had done earlier. 
   But she fancied them better like this, mature and fully grown. She
tickled her nipples with the fingertips and watched bemused how they filled
with blood and stiffened. 
   Her husband used to call them his "delicate raspberrys", and Nikki loved
the comparison. He could spend more than half an hour kissing, licking and
sucking her breasts, well aware of that it turned her on tremendously.
   
   But he didn´t know what she fantasized about behind her closed eyes,
when he pleased her with his mouth. He didn´t know about the forbidden
scenes that took place within her imagination when he ate her cunt. 
   He called her sex "the most beautiful red rose on the planet". She
turned around and watched her own ass. Touched the tasty and elastic
buttocks, that still drew a great deal of attention, especially from young
men and boys. Men at her own age tended to desire a lot younger flesh, her
husband being a splendid exception to that rule. The phone rang. At last!



   The next morning she checked out of the hotel, and took a cab to the
address she´d been given over the phone last night. 
   A smiling, bronze-shining lady in her early fifties led Nikki into a
small, dark office on the third floor, where she was questioned again. It
was their final check on her. Just to be absolutely sure she was a "safe
guest".

   About four hours later, the jeep stopped at the last checkpoint. There
were three armed women in green camouflage uniforms behind the gate. One of
them spoke a few words with Nikki´s driver, before they opened the gate and
let them through. 
   Nikki smiled at herself as they closed in on the jungle mansion. She was
soaked in sweat and longed for a nice, cold shower. Her ass and thighs
stuck to the hot leather seat. The jeep stirred up a cloud of dust behind
them on the bumpy and narrow road.

   The mansion was enormous. Nikki had been expecting a large two-storey
house, surrounded by steaming vegetation. This was awesome. She gulped in
disbelief as she stepped out of the vehicle. It was like a medium-sized
convention center right in the middle of the wild and threatening jungle.
   A tall black woman with a slender, well trained body and a marvellous
pair of tits approached Nikki. She wore a white bodystocking with nothing
beneath it, except for that breathtaking body.

   "Welcome to our resort, Nikki! Has the trip been comfortable?"

Nikki just smiled. So did the other woman.

   "I guess you´re dying to take a shower, and have something to eat and
drink. That will be arranged. My name is Tanya. If there´s anything, and I
mean anything, you want, don´t hesitate to let me know. I hope your stay
here will be a pleasant one. It was for ten days, I understand."

   "Yes, that´s right", Nikki answered. 

   Tanya led her to her room on the ground floor, and then left her alone.
Finally here, Nikki sighed and dropped the dirty, sweat-drenched clothes to
the floor. 
   She admired the room. Everything about it was first class. Well, it
should be. She had spent a small fortune for her stay in this Utopia.

   Instead of hitting the shower, Nikki picked up the phone.

   "Yes, Miss Nikki?", answered a cool voice before she had even opened her
mouth. 

   "I want you to send me a slave who knows how to eat pussy."

   "They all do, Miss Nikki."

   "Well, send me the best there is."

   Nikki had had to undergo a thorough medical examination, to prove that
she wasn´t a bearer of anything contagious, before she was allowed to come
here. And she knew, from a reliable source, that the slaves were as clean
as virgins. 
   About thirty seconds after the phone call, there was a light knock on
her door. Nikki let him in.
   He was pale and ordinary-looking, dressed in red shorts and a T-shirt of
the same colour. About 22 years old, she guessed, and propably American. A
blue-eyed tourist, trapped in something too big and powerful for him to
handle. Tricked, fucked and sold, she thought. Just like that. She didn´t
care about his past, and she didn´t care about his future. He was here to
please her. Period!

   "When I was your age, you weren´t even born. I´m gonna teach you a thing
or two. Get down on your knees, slave!"
   He did so in less than a second. Without being told so, he started
kissing and licking her sweaty feet. 
   She lifted them, one at the time, to allow him to suck on her toes. It
was a sweet sensation to feel his wet mouth around her dirty toes. Her
small feet shone with his saliva, and the rush of blood to her breasts and
groin made her dizzy. She felt the sensation of being in total control over
the taller and stronger man.

   She picked up the filthy panties from the floor and stuffed them into
his mouth, forcing him to taste the sweat from her ass and cunt. Nikkin
enjoyed herself. This wasn´t just a kinky masturbation fantasy, it was all
for real now.

   She laid down on the zebra-skin rug beside the giant bed and urged him:
"Come, lick my pussy clean, you worthless dog! Make me fly like I have
never flewn before... Take me to the highest mountain... and stick your
fucking tongue into my beautiful cunt, and fuck it... Fuck it!"

   Her humble slave did as he´d been told. He licked and drank away the
foul taste of the jeep ride, and stripped her down to her delicious and
natural flavour. It took a while, but he got there.

   About two hours later, she laid totally exhausted on the rug, listening
to the sound of the air conditioner and her own breathing. She told the
slave to leave. 
   Day one, she thought. And she hadn´t even started yet. Nikki Yakomoto
smiled to herself.
   "Everything is possible!", she said out loud and went to the bathroom.



             joergen.karlsson@mbox302.swipnet.se


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