Subject: Dark Dreamer: Kidnapped Sex Slaves [2]
From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)

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            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
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                            Part Two

    Devon ate slowly, munching on the cereal while her eyes focused
and unfocused. There was not a great deal of the drug in her
system. Freda wanted her to be aware, if not necessarily alert. The
cereal was almost entirely sugar and had almost no redeeming
qualities. Certainly, it had no protein.

   To go with the cereal, there was kool-aid, not milk. Milk was
too nourishing. Amber was animated and happy, making up for Devon's
comparative silence. She had less of the drug then Devon, needing
less to bring a slight haze to her brain.

   Freda led them through the castle to the pool. It was indoors,
in a cavernous stone room with dim lights. Freda stripped naked,
and Amber quickly followed. "Get undressed, Devon. We're going
swimming." Freda called gaily.

   Devon looked around in confusion, then started to unbutton her
shirt. She stripped to her panties before stopping.

   "I don't have any swim suit." She said.

   "Oh, my little sweetling!" Freda laughed. "Don't be so
provincial!"

   Devon blushed, feeling even more awkward around the sleek woman
than before. She shyly turned around and pulled her bra off, then
slid her panties down her thighs and legs and turned around, her
hands cupping her crotch.

   Freda and Amber were paying no attention to her, busy tossing a
beachball back and forth. She felt foolish again, and took her
hands away, then shook her head to clear a slight buzz and stepped
into the water.

   "Take your glasses off dear." Freda called. Devon blushed again,
and turned around, pulling off her glasses and setting them on a
towel. She stepped into the water again, sliding down a low ramp
until she was up to her chest.

   Freda tossed her the ball. She caught it and tossed it back,
feeling slightly better. They played catch for a bit. Then a man
came into the pool. Devon didn't even notice him at first. Didn't
notice until he was in the water and he took the thrown ball from
Freda and tossed it to Devon.

   She stared at him in confusion, then only just resisted the
temptation to hide behind the ball. She tossed it back and sank
lower in the water as the man caught it.

   "Girls, this is Franz." Freda said, matter of factly.

   "This is Amber and Devon." She pointed to each of them.

   "Delighted to make your acquaintance." he said, tossing the ball
back to Devon. She had no choice but to reach up and catch it,
displaying her nude chest to him.

   She tossed it back and sank down again, feeling both embarrassed
and stupid. Amber didn't seem bothered at all. Of course, she had
gone nude on the nude beach last week, the only one of the
Americans to do so.

   Devon gradually got over her embarrassment, until Franz climbed
out of the water. She blushed furiously as she saw his groin, and
the large limp penis hanging there. Amber climbed out with him, the
two of them laughing together.

   Freda swam over next to Devon and put a friendly arm around her
shoulder.

   "Had enough swimming?"

   "Uh, yeah."

   "Let's rest then." Freda sighed, climbing out of the water. She
stopped and turned, holding out a hand to help Devon. Blushing
again, Devon took her hand and allowed the older woman to pull her
up onto the floor.

   They sat down on cushions, side by side. Freda dried her own
very short hair, then ran the towel through Devon's, chatting all
the while about inconsequential things. Devon sipped from her coke
and watched Amber and Franz, who were sitting very close together.

   Franz tilted Amber's face up and then kissed her as the brunette
giggled. His arm was around Amber's back, his hand coming up under
her arm and cupping her breast firmly. His finger squeezed together
on the tit as his mouth shifted from her cheek to her lips.

   His other hand slid between her legs and began rubbing up and
down. Devon felt her skin flush with embarrassment as the man
rubbed at her and Amber cooed in pleasure. They both lay back on
the pool deck, Amber's legs spreading wider.

   Devon couldn't look away. She felt both repelled and enthraled.
She watched Franz's fingers push into Amber's vagina, sliding deep
into the brunette's slit until only the knuckles of his hand were
outside.

   He pumped his fingers in and out as their lips moved roughly
together. He rolled across her the, coming down on the small girl's
body, pressing her into the floor as they kissed. Her legs were
wide open and he rubbed against her.

   Then he pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and pushed them
back, spreading Amber open. Devon's eyes watched raptly as the
man's hard erection lifted and pointed at Amber's slit. She could
see the groin very clearly from only a few feet away, and watched
as Franz centered his cock against the brown fringed slit.

   Then it was pressing into Amber's hole. Franz let the tip lay
inside, and straightened his body over her. He grabbed her legs and
pushed them back even higher, lifting himself into the air so he
was supported by his toes and hands, only the thick little tube of
meat joining him and her.

   Then he sank down, his cock sliding smoothly and firmly into
Amber's body as the brunette groaned and sighed in pleasure.
Devon's mouth was dry as she watched. Her breathing was coming
faster and faster as Franz began to rise and lower his buttocks,
sliding his erection in and out of the brunette's hole.

   She could see the gleaming wetness of Amber's cunt cream on
Franz's cockshaft. She could not take her eyes off it. Franz began
thrusting into Amber with long, firm strokes, his cock working in
and out like a piston in a shaft.

   Amber was moaning and mewling happily, her ass humping up at the
man as she worked herself on his cock. Devon looked down to see
Freda's smooth white hand cupping her own breast. She looked at it
in confusion, then raised her eyes to look at Freda, who looked
back evenly.

   "Why don't we leave, dear. I'm sure they would prefer privacy.
She squeezed Devon's breast firmly, then pulled her hand away and
pulled Devon to her feet. She led the blonde girl out of the pool,
still naked, and down the stone hallway.

   They went up a curving staircase and down another hallway, until
turning into a bedroom, Freda's. Freda led her over to the big four
poster bed and pulled her down on it. Devon felt she should
protest, but she was filled with the sense of fate and acceptance.

   She let Freda settle her on her back in the midst of the big
bed, then watched as the big woman threw a leg around her body and
sat down straddling her chest. She felt the woman's warm buttocks
press into her belly, and felt her pubic hair, light and ticklish
on her skin.

   Freda looked down at her, her mouth curved in a satisfied smile,
her eyes bright slits. Then slowly she bent forward, her hands
going to Devon's breasts and rubbing back and forth across them.
Her face obscured all else, then her lips touched Devon's, sending
a charge into the teenager's body.

    Mark Hunter was worried. He paced back and forth across his
living room, his brows furrowed as terrible ideas rode across his
mind one after another. Devon had been missing since yesterday, and
it was totally unlike his responsible daughter to just wander off
like that and not let anyone know where she was going.

   He was getting more afraid with every passing hour that didn't
bring word from her. She just wouldn't go off like that. She
wouldn't! The police in Germany were looking for her, but how hard?
A missing teenager, even two, probably didn't mean very much to
them.

   He picked up the slip of paper for the fiftieth time that day
and looked at it. It was the same as always, blank, save for a
phone number. A friend had given him the number earlier. He picked
up the phone at last and dialled the number.

    Devon gripped the headboard with white finger, hanging on as
though a hurricane was blowing against her. Her eyes were closed,
and her teeth clenched as the German woman knelt between her widely
splayed legs and played with her sex. Freda kept shifting her gaze
from the girl's pretty little pussy slit to her sweet young face.

   She watched the reaction on the teenager's face as she ground
her thumb into the hot little clitty, then smiled in amusement. She
dug her thumb in more, sliding her fingers in and out of the
tightly sucking cunt pit, and watched Devon's back arch upward as
a gasp of shock came from her parted lips.

   Devon's chest was rising and falling like a bellows as Freda
worked over her. Freda's fingers were dancing little snakes,
slithering and sliding and rubbing and caressing. Her mouth and
lips were sometimes light as feathers, sometimes hard and hot like
a burning poker.

   She pushed her face in closer to the teen's crotch and slid her
lips around the little pink clitty, then hummed deeply, setting the
little nub vibrating. Devon's ass rose from the bed, her cunt
pushing up at Freda's face as a sob of confusion echoed through the
cavernous stone room.

   Freda munched on the clitty, her lips rubbing quickly from side
to side as her tongue whirled around on the center. She sucked,
then blew, then sucked. Finally, she sucked the little clitty into
her mouth and closed her teeth around it, biting down as she pushed
three fingers deep into the tight little fuck tunnel.

   Devon gasped, then grunted repeatedly, her ass bucking up and
down as her entire body shuddered in response. A great roaring
sound blew through her head, deafening her as the orgasms rippled
up and down her body like a sloshing wave inside a bottle. It set
her limbs vibrating, her belly fluttering and her head thrashing
from side to side.

   Freda stuffed her tongue into the girl's pink slit, scooping out
wads  of cunt cream and swallowing it with a happy gulp. She sucked
hard, pulling Devon's cunt lips apart with her fingers and pushing
her face into the open cunt, her mouth sucking and slurping.

   Devon whined and whimpered as her body shook through the orgasm.
Her body was battered by explosive releases of orgasmic energy that
tore through her thin frame with irresistible force. She clung
grimly to the headboard, her back arching again, throwing her hot,
hard titties up and out.

   Freda continued her sucking. Devon's convulsions weakened,
gradually tapering off until she was still but for the rise and
fall of her chest. Freda sat up, then moved slightly, sitting with
her legs curled under her, right next to Devon's right hip.

   Devon's right leg was stretched out over Freda's knees as the
older woman sat and slowly rubbed her big hand up and down over the
hot sweaty flesh of Devon's crotch. Her left hand caressed Devon's
breasts, first one, then the other, rasping across hard, spit-wet
nipples.

   She rubbed back and forth for long minutes, and was rewarded to
see the girl's frame begin to twitch and then tremble again. She
rubbed harder over the girl's clitty, and began to push the tips of
her fingers in and out of the tight, wet little slit hole.

   She pushed her fingers deeper, feeling the blonde's cunt muscles
tighten up and her juices flow more freely. She bent forward and
sucked Devon's right nipple into her mouth, chewing on it and
rolling it around with her tongue. Devon's breathing grew harder
and her body began to undulate as a tall, raging orgasm rushed
towards her.

   Then Freda stopped, letting the intensity of the feelings
subside. She began again, manipulating the blonde teenager's
clitty, pumping her pussy, and suckling on her nipples. Then, as
Devon approached an orgasm, Freda stopped. Devon sobbed in
disappointment, her ass rubbing from side to side on the bed.

   She tried to close her legs, but Freda stopped her, then she
tried to bring her own hands down to her pussy. Freda seized them
and forced them back up above her head. She pulled leather
restraints out from the top posts and slid them around the thin
wrists, fastening them securely.

   She pulled two more restraints from the bottom  posts and tied
them around Devon's ankles, spreading the legs wide and locking
them in place. She got up then, going over to the closet. From
there, she selected a pair of small vibrators and a long, very
thick strap on dildo. She carried them back to the bed and sat
down.

   The first vibrator clicked on with a buzzing sound and Freda
slid it up and down Devon's wet cunt slit. Back and forth she
worked the hard little plastic device, then pushed it up under her
clitty and rested it there for long seconds.

   Devon strained against the bonds holding her, trying to push her
ass up and impale herself on the hard buzzing instrument. Freda
would only allow so much pressure however, and stopped completely
when it looked to her as if the girl was going to cum.

   She waited, doing nothing but kissing Devon's tear stained
cheeks. When Devon's breathing was more even, she brought the
vibrator down to her crotch again, clicked it on and then slowly
sank it into her cunt hole, pushing it deep inside until only the
tip remained.

   She left it there, picking up the second vibrator and clicking
it on. She began to work it lightly across Devon's nipples, buzzing
one, then the other, alternating with her tongue and mouth. She
reached down after a minute and began to pump the vibrator in and
out of the cunt, feeling the wetness on the shining plastic now as
it pulled outward.

   Devon's breath came in strangled gasps and her chest rose and
fell furiously. She arched her back and began to whine. Freda
pulled both vibrators away again and Devon burst into tears, her
body racked by miserable, wet sobs.

   Freda smiled. She had plenty of time. She put the vibrators down
and lay next to the bound girl, sliding her hand back and forth
across Devon's belly. She kissed her gently on the cheek, and began
rubbing her crotch against Devon's hip as she lightly palmed her
left breast.

   "Obey." she whispered. "Obey."

   It was a slightly louder repetition of the recorded messages
that had been playing in Devon and Amber's rooms since the girl's
had gotten here. The voices came through carefully placed speakers
and could be heard, though only if there was silence, in any part
of the rooms.

   Of course, they could be heard regardless of wether there was
silence, but you wouldn't know you were hearing it. They were not
quite subliminal, being audible to the human ear but simply ignored
by the mind. All night they had played.

   "Obey" she repeated. "You must obey." Devon whimpered as Freda
sucked on her nipple.

   "Pretty little pussy." Freda cooed.

   She moved up and threw her leg over the girl's shoulder, then
sat down fully on her face. She felt the soft skin and little nose
against her crotch, could discern the wetness of Devon's lips and
hard bony jaw as she rubbed her crotch and ass back and forth over
them.

   "Lick me, baby." she sighed. "Push your tongue up and lick my
pussy."

   She placed her wet pussy slit directly over Devon's mouth and
rubbed. "Lick me. Lick me." she moaned. "Lick it, Devon."

   Devon felt the wetness against her mouth and her tongue flicked
out, touching Freda's bare slit. "Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick." Freda
chanted.

   Devon began to lick at the pussy, hardly aware of what it was or
what she was doing. She looked upward, seeing Freda's smooth belly
above her face, and then high above that the rounded swellings of
the woman's breasts.

   Freda crossed her wrists behind her head, arching her back as
she ground her crotch up and down over Devon's face. She sighed in
pleasure as she felt the girl's tongue against her clit and rotated
her ass in slow half circles against it. "My clitty. Lick my
clitty!" she sighed, pulling her cunt lips apart and sliding her
clit against the upthrust tongue.

   She cooed in pleasure, feeling the softness of the tongue
against her, and reached down with her hands to cup Devon's head,
holding it as she rutted down against it. She felt her pleasure
building, part from the stimulation of Devon's face and tongue, but
mostly out of the deep, sensuous psychic satisfaction she got from
dominating the pretty young woman.

   She watched the glazed eyes beneath her, and jammed her cunt
between the girl's mouth, sighing again, then laughing lightly. She
felt her cut burning with excitement, and knew her orgasm was
approaching. Then it was upon her. She let all her weight come down
on her crotch, down on Devon's face, and rubbed frantically, almost
jerking off against her face.

    Hunter looked carefully through the eyehole, then opened the
door. The man gazed at him without expression.

   "Mr. Hunter?"

   "You're Mr. Grant?"

   "Yes."

   "Uh... won't you come in." He held the door wide and the man
stepped through, walking out of the hall and into the living room,
his eyes sweeping from side to side.

   Hunter closed the door, looking at the man dubiously. He wasn't
at all what he'd expected. The man was short and balding, wore a
good, but not great suit, and didn't look any more capable of
physical violence than Hunter himself.

   The man turned, his eyes calm behind round glasses.

   "I have a document for you to sign." he said. "Then you can give
me a check."

   "Uh, no offense, Mr. Grant, but how do I know you can help me?"

   "You don't. We give no guarantees. We will do what we can."

   "But... well, you don't look, that is, you don't look like..."

   "Like a tough guy commando? I'm not, I am an accountant,
actually. My skills are in management and research."

   "Oh."

   "What you need, Mr. Hunter, is someone to find your daughter.
That is the hard part. Once she's found, it will be reasonably
simple to bring her back, assuming of course, that she is still
alive."

   "Of course she's alive! Why wouldn't she be?!" he demanded.
Grant sighed and shook his head.

   "I'm afraid Mr. Hunter, that you simply are not wealthy enough
to justify a kidnapping. You had to mortgage this house for our
payment, did you not?"

   "How did you..."

   "We do check on our potential clients, Mr. Hunter. Since you're
not a wealthy man, there are two probabilities that have the
highest likelihood of being true. The first is that your daughter
has gone off by her own free will, and simply decided not to tell
anyone. You say this would not happen and I tend to agree that it
is unlikely.

   The second possibility, which then becomes the most likely
probability, is that she was kidnapped for sexual purposes." Hunter
blanched.

   "I'm afraid you must face that fact. If she was kidnapped for
sexual purposes, which, as I say, is likely, she is by now either
in the grip of an organized gang, or dead."

   "A... a gang?" Hunter whispered.

   "Yes. If she and her friend were simply dragged off and raped,
they would either have turned up by now, or be dead. If however,
she were taken by an organized gang, and there are several in
Europe, then she is being held still, probably in a very secure
location."

   "But who, why, how would..."

   "Brothels, white slavery operations, there are several
possibilities. We will investigate them all."

   "You don't offer me much hope."

   "That's not true. There is no hope, unless she has disappeared
voluntarily, that she remains pure and chaste, but that does not
mean we can not retrieve her, even if she is slightly soiled by
now."

   "You're talking about my daughter!" Hunter snapped.

   "I apologise if I offend you but pretty young women are not
kidnapped merely to be admired with the eyes. Now, do you have my
check?" he held out his hand.

   Hunter pulled the check from his pocket and gave it to him.

      Freda yawned and looked at the clock. It was four in the
morning. She got out of bed slowly, stretching and rubbing her
eyes, then pulled on a robe and walked out of the room, going down
the hallway. She opened another door and walked in to find Franz
carefully watching the blonde girl.

   "How is she?"

   "She has been mumbling now for some time. I can't make out what
she's saying though." Freda looked down at Devon and wiped her eyes
again.

   "You can get some rest. I'll take over now."

   "Okay. I wish you'd let me fuck her though. I'm hard as steel
after five hours of this."

   "Go and see the brunette. You can fuck her if Marc says it is
all right."

   "Goot." he turned and left the room, closing the door behind
him. Freda sat down next to the still tightly bound blonde and
tried to make out what she was saying.

   She too could not make it out. Just babbling, she thought. The
blonde's body was covered with a sheen of sweat. Her once bright
blonde hair was now dark with sweat and plastered to the girl's
head and face. Her head tossed back and forth every few seconds and
her body trembled as if in pain.

   She and Franz had been manipulating her for over twenty hours
now, constantly stimulating her, bringing her up to the verge of
orgasm, but never letting her peak, always backing off at the last
second. Her body must be utterly exhausted by now.

   Combined with the drug, the lack of sleep, the dehydration
caused by the constant sweating without any fluid intake, and
terrible, by now desperate burning need between her legs, had
rendered the once self assured young woman into a pathetic,
babbling, whining mess.

   In the background, she could hear the recording still repeating
itself endlessly. "Obey." it whispered. "You must obey. You must be
obedient... Obey." Freda picked up the two vibrators and turned
them on. She pushed one into the soaking slit entrance, sliding it
up to press against the clit, then took the other and pushed it
against the clit from the other side.

   She had the little pink organ trapped between the two vibrators
and rubbed them lightly from side to side. The girl sobbed in
despair, her breathing increasing again, her body beginning to
shake and quiver with renewed need.

   Freda let her shake for a while, let the need build up in her
until she began to grunt and groan, then she took the vibrators
away and stood up, going into the corner and pouring herself a
glass of water. She heard a broken sob of misery behind her and
smiled to herself.

   Sometimes, this could be such fun. She swallowed the water, then
turned back to the girl. The sheet under her was dark and wet with
sweat. Freda picked up a fluffy towel and rubbed it lightly across
Devon's face, drying it off. She rubbed the towel over her chest
and belly, then over her legs.

   She tossed the dirty towel on the floor and sat down again,
taking the girl's outrageously over stimulated nipples in her
fingers and rubbing them from side to side gently. "Obey." she
whispered. "You must obey."

   In another room down the hall, Amber was squatting over Franz,
who sat in a straight backed chair, his hands on her sides, just
under her chest, helping her as she rose and fell over his lap. His
cock stuck straight upwards and the little brunette was sliding her
cunt sheath up and down the fat organ.

   Amber had been much easier to deal with than the other girl.
They'd known she would be from the start of course.  Still, she too
would not be permitted to sleep or drink for at least a couple of
more days. She was already learning to obey in a more simpler
manner than Devon.

   Earlier, she'd been fucked by a number of Marc's servants, each
instructing her in exactly the way he wanted her to respond. Any
deviation or hesitation had led to pain. Not terrible pain, for
that was not needed, but pain nonetheless.

   Even as pain was used to force obedience, the girl was being
trained to enjoy it. Her orgasms, of which there had been many,
were always accompanied by hard pinches and squeeze, pulled hair,
and hard slaps. She was coming to recognize that pain led to
pleasure, and vice versa. After a while, she would be unable to
tell the difference between the two sensations.

   She rode up and down on his cock now, sliding her tight tube up
the length of his shaft until the cock head rested between her
lips, then slowly dropping down, taking it up into her belly until
she was stuffed with hot, hard, male meat.

   She was exhausted, perhaps even more so than Devon, for her
orgasms, which shook her, and twisted her vitals into jelly like
masses of quivering flesh, took a great deal of energy out of her.
Nor was she being allowed to replace it. No food for her, at least,
nothing with protein. She was allowed chocolates and candy, and
nothing more.

   Franz took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. His
hands cupped her sweetly rounded buttocks and helped her raise
herself. He felt her cunt spasming and bit down hard on the nipple.
Amber groaned as the sharp pain joined the buildup of orgasmic
energy in her system.

   Franz bit harder still, breaking the skin of her sensitive
nipple and drawing blood. He sucked furiously, tasting her blood in
his mouth and seeking more. His hand gripped her tit and squeezed
tightly as he sucked, forcing more blood to well up into his mouth.

    His other hand seized the girl's tangled hair and pulled
viciously back, jerking her head way back so it was almost upside
down, and stretching the skin over her rounded tit meat. He slammed
his cock upward into her belly, rutting furiously as he drank her
blood.

   Amber whined madly, her body shivering and shaking. Her tits
burned with pain and pleasure as her cunt erupted in furious
electric spasms of volcanic lust. She screamed, bouncing
desperately up and down on Franz's pumping rod as she was inundated
by hammering blasts of orgasmic bliss.

   Her eyes rolled back in her head and she drooled freely, her
limbs shaking and twitching as her body quaked in the midst of a
colossal seizure. For long, long seconds she trembled and shook,
until the orgasm finally subsided. Only then did she finally draw
a gasping breath of air into her tortured lungs.