Subject: Dark Dreamer: Kidnapped Sex Slaves [3]
From: an84561@anon.penet.fi (Dark Dreamer)

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            Copyright 1991   All rights reserved
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                         Part Three

    Jack Martin stepped off the plane as calmly and easily as if he
were a businessman here for a simple meeting, which was his very
well learned cover. He answered all the questions with a friendly,
but not too friendly smile, then took his two bags and walked out
to the parking lot.

   There he opened the trunk of a dark blue Audi, tossing his bags
in to either side of another bag already there. He looked around
once, then unzipped the bag and checked. Everything was as it
should be. He pulled out a holster and a small nine millimetre
automatic and slid them under his blazer, then slammed the trunk.

   He unlocked the drivers door, got in and started the engine.
Still nothing. If anything were going to happy, it would happen, it
would happen now. He stepped on the gas, pulling smoothly out of
the parking space and driving to the exit.

   He opened his briefcase and took a pair of small color pictures
from the sleeve, lowering the cars' visor and clipping them to the
inside. Not ten minutes would pass that he wouldn't look at them,
not until he knew those faces as well as he knew his own.

   He drove for several miles, watching carefully for tails.
Finally, he turned off the road and pulled over. It took half an
hour to be reasonably sure there were no bugs in the car, and to
change the licence from the rental company one to another more
common plate that belonged on the bumper of another Audi, one who's
owner wouldn't notice the change for months, if then.

   He started up again and drove toward the Autobahn, then turned
north and stepped on the gas. A minute later he was in the fast
lane, doing a hundred and fifty as he raced towards Rolburghe. It
was, he thought, good to be able to get a car up to speed again. He
let loose a brief curse for the fifty five mile an hour American
freeways as the countryside whizzed by.

   It was hardly Martin's first encounter with the high speed
autobahns. He'd spent ten years in Germany first in special forces,
then attached to the US Army's Delta force. He'd retired at thirty-
five and found a much more prosperous employer, one who was willing
to pay for the knowledge and skills the army had taught him.

   He didn't know the name of the company, if it was indeed a
company. His instructions came over a phone, a computer, or through
the mail. His checks were deposited promptly in his Swiss bank
account. Everything he needed was placed neatly for him, such as
now, in the trunk.

   Whoever he worked for was extremely competent. The information
was good. Responses to querys was near immediate, and help was
despatched on request. His last case, he'd worked with four other
"employees" like himself. Two had come from the British SAS, one
from Germany's G-19, and one from the US navy SEALS. Quality guys,
all of them.

   This one he was working alone, at least so far. It was a simple
case, find a girl, or find who'd killed her. Of course, if it
turned out some wacko had raped her and her friend, then strangled
them both and left them in a shallow ditch somewhere, his work was
going to be cut out for him.

   Random killings were work for crime labs and scores of
detectives. The "company" apparently didn't believe this to be the
case. That meant white slavery, a slight, but real problem in
Europe. He hoped the girls hadn't been shipped to the middle-east.
The hundred and twenty degree heat always put him on edge.

   He turned off the Autobahn and drove east onto a provincial
roadway. A sign pointed ahead to Rolburghe twenty miles distant.
According to the information provided him, the two teenagers had
gone out for a tour of the town and simply disappeared. Nobody
reported seeing them at all, after they'd left their hotel.

   Rolburghe appeared in his windshield and he eyed it closely as
he approached. It was a middle sized town, population officially
pegged at fourteen thousand. It was too small for the girls to
disappear into without a trace. Someone had seen something.

   He knew people who would say nothing to the police, would be
much more amenable to him, one way or the other. He parked in front
of the hotel, the same one the girls had stayed at, then got out,
carrying his briefcase as a porter rushed forward.

    "W... w... water.." Devon whispered, her voice cracked and
weak. Franz looked down calmly, eyeing her as he would a laboratory
experiment, with interest, but not care or worry. He drew back his
hand and slapped her face hard, bringing a grunt, and a low moan.

   At once he clicked on the vibrators and pressed them against her
clitty, rubbing them back and forth. With practised ease, he
shifted his grip, holding both with one hand while he slowly, but
forcefully stuffed the thick girth of a dildo into the girl's
honeyed pussy.

   The girl moaned, her ass sliding from side to side on the bed.
She began puffing air through her nose furiously, as if
hyperventilating. Her cunt shot up to jam itself on the dildo.
Franz held it buried inside her for long seconds, then slid it back
out and pulled the vibrators away.

   The girl collapsed, knowing she'd get no more stimuli. It had
been more than three days since she'd slept now. He and Freda and
Marc, as well as a couple of other trusted assistants, had fondled
and abused and manipulated the young woman's body hour after hour
after hour, until now she was a raw mass of burning nerve endings.

   It was, he knew, almost time. Just as he glanced at the clock
the door opened and Freda strode through. She was wearing thigh
high leather boots with six inch heels sharp enough to stab through
wood. Her hands and forearms were covered by leather gloves that
reached almost to her elbows.She wore a leather g-string and a
tight leather corset that pushed her breasts up and out, displaying
them to their best advantage. Their nipples stood out stiffly, like
little erasers.

   She stopped next to the bed, looking down at the exhausted girl.
She held a riding crop in her hands, slapping it against her gloved
palm.

   "Untie her." she directed. Franz freed the girl's ankles, then
her wrists. She didn't move much though.

   "Devon. Come here." she said. Her voice was low, but stern.
Devon's eyes blinked wearily. "Devon. Come here."

   Devon shifted slightly, drawing her arms down from above her and
pushing half heartedly on the mattress. She rose a foot, then fell
back. Freda tossed the crop to Franz, who stood by the bed. Freda
herself stood, arms folded a dozen paces away.

   "Devon. Come here. Obey." she said, her voice rising on the last
word. Franz raised the crop and brought it whistling through the
air, slashing down directly across Devon's right breast.

   The girl screamed, her hands cupping her wounded flesh as she
curled up and rolled to her side towards the edge of the bed.
"Devon. Come here." Freda said. "Obey!" Devon pushed her legs off
the mattress and dropped to her knees on the rug. She slowly pulled
herself to her feet, her hands still cupping her tit as she
whimpered in pain. "Come here." Devon started forward, then dropped
weakly to her knees. "Obey!" Franz slashed the crop down on her
back. Devon jackknifed, almost falling onto her back as she sought
to grab her back and howled in pain. Franz slashed down again, the
crop cracking against her right tit again. Again she screamed,
cupping her tit as she knelt, curled up in a ball on the rug.
"Devon. Come here." Freda said, remorselessly. Devon's chest was
racked by great heaving sobs. She crawled across towards Freda as
Franz walked slowly behind her. "You must obey me, Devon. You must
always obey us." Freda said, sternly.

   Devon stopped a foot or so in front of her and tried to rise.
"Stay on your knees." Freda ordered. She lifted her right foot and
placed it on the girl's shoulder, forcing her face down against the
floor. "Obey." she said, shoving hard, mashing the pretty face into
the floor.

   She pulled her foot free, then slid it under Devon's face.
"Clean my boot, little one. Clean my boot with your tongue." She
ordered.

   "Clean it." she repeated. "Obey." Franz brought the crop down
hard across Devon's ass cheeks. The shaking blonde screamed again,
jerking forward so her head rammed into Freda's boots.

   "Lick my boots, dog!" Freda snarled. "Obey!"

   She held her boot against Devon's face and the girl quickly
started licking on the ankle. Freda watched patiently as the girl
ran her tongue all around the ankle and then down around the heel
of the shiny leather.

   "Good girl." she said, smiling. Franz pushed over a chair for
her and she sat, crossing her legs. She held her top foot up so
Devon could lick the bottom of the boot, her tongue dry and rasping
harshly on the leather. "Stop." Devon stopped licking. "Lick my
pussy, dog." Devon had to almost climb up the legs of the chair,
leaning weakly against it as she pushed her face between Freda's
spread legs and began to lick at her cunt meat. Her tongue was dry
and as such moved harshly against the woman's clit, making her sigh
with delight.

   Her pussy juice began to ooze out between her naked cuntlips and
Devon lapped it up quickly, glad of any moisture now. She jammed
her tongue in between the pussy lips, sucking to get more of the
cunt juice into her.

   "Ahhhhh... Good giiiiirrrrlllll." Freda moaned, her cunt pushing
out against Devon's face. She slid her hand beneath the teenager
and cupped her quivering breast, squeezing lightly. Devon moaned
and whimpered, her tongue driving in and out of the bald cuntlips.

   The door opened and Marc came in, leading Amber behind him. She
crawled on her hands and knees, her ass wiggling from side to side
as she moved. He held a leash which was attached to a thick,
studded leather collar around her throat.

   Her eyes were wide and vacant as Marc pulled her in and ordered
her to kneel a few feet away. She watched Devon sucking at Freda's
cunt and whimpered a little, but made no movement. Freda groaned
and slumped in her seat. She brought her feet up and placed them on
Devon's shoulders as the girl continued to eat her out.

   "You." Franz said, pointing to Amber. "Get behind her and eat
her cunt."

   Amber fell forward onto her hands and quickly crawled around
behind Devon, sticking her face in the other kneeling girl's crotch
as if she were a dog. She put her hands on Devon's ass cheeks and
began to lick at her cunt.

   Devon gurgled and spread her legs, opening her cunt as Amber's
tongue began to rasp up and down the slit. Amber pulled the
cuntlips apart and shoved her face in between, slurping and sucking
and blowing. She moved up onto Devon's clit and began to rasp and
drill her tongue on it.

   Devon's own tonguing heated up as sexual energy flowed into her
body. She shook and trembled as her cunt began to vibrate with high
tension sexual electricity. She felt her belly heaving and churning
and her entire body began to burn with a terrible, desperate need.

   Her tongue was a swirling, shaking, dancing snake as she jerked
and trembled against Freda's cunt. She felt her body burning hotter
and hotter, and waited with ever increasing tension for that
wonderful pleasure to be abruptly yanked away.

   "Stop!" Franz ordered. Amber instantly pulled back and Devon
began to sob, heartbroken. "Do you want it, Devon?" Freda cooed.
"Do you want it? Do you want a hard fuck?" "yes." "Do you want it?
You have to answer louder." "Yes. Yes." Devon moaned through her
tears. "Beg. Beg for it." "P... p... pl... pleeeeaaasee!" she
sobbed. "Pllleeeaseeee!" "Please what?" "P... please fuck me! Pl...
pleeeaaseee ffuuuucckkk meeeeee!" she wept. "Very well, turn around
and crawl over to that rug there." Freda instructed, pointing, "and
you'll get a good hard fuck."

   Without a trace, a hint, even a shred of dignity, pride or self-
respect, the girl crawled furiously to reach the small rug, then
held still, her ass up in the air and her legs parted. She
whimpered and trembled, looking back over her shoulder at Freda.

   Freda smiled and rose to her feet. She picked up a strap on
dildo and stepped into it, pulling the straps up over her ass and
snapping the big thick thing in place over her own cunt. Devon
shook and sniffled tears as she watched, her ass pumping slightly.

   Freda took her time, sauntering across to stand behind Devon.
She raised her foot and brought the heel down against Devon's right
buttock, grinding the sharp heel in as Devon gasped in pain and
shook in helpless need.

   She placed the center of her shoe on Devon's ass, directly
between the cheeks and pushed the heel against her little asshole.
She shoved her heel against the little hole and it gave beneath the
pressure, letting the heel through.

   She pushed the hell fully into the trembling girl's asshole, not
stoping until the bottom of her boot was flat against Devon's body.
She drew the heel out, then shoved it back in. "Beg for it again,
slut." "P... pleeasse." Devon wept. Freda pulled her heel out of
the girl's anus, ignoring a trace of blood on the thing, then knelt
behind her. She held her dildo in her right hand. It was too thick
for her to get her hand all the way around, but she held it in
place against Devon's cunt crack.

   She placed it just inside, then seized Devon's hips in her
hands, her strong fingers digging into the flesh and locking the
young woman in place. Then Freda slammed her hips forward with all
her strength. She jammed her rubber fuck-spike deep into Devon's
cunt.

   Devon screamed as if stabbed. She tried to crawl forward, then
tried to get up. Freda held tightly to her hips as she forced the
terrible thick cock rod deeper into the girl's fuck-pipe. Devon was
sobbing hysterically as pain tore through her system. Her cunt was
being ripped open by the fat cock.

   Then she slumped to the floor again, shaking as the last few
inches of rubber cock were driven into her body and her cuntlips
pressed against Freda's. Freda left the thick cock in place for a
few moments, then  drew back, sliding the dark gleaming rubber out
of Devon's clinging cunt sheath

   She pulled it half way out, then slammed forward, jamming it
back inside, and bringing another shout of pain from Devon. She
ripped open Devon's cunt-pipe with powerful thrusts, sawing the
horse-cock in and out of the tiny fuck hole until it had loosened.

   Then she fucked with longer strokes as Devon stood still,
trembling like a terrified puppy. It was not fear that held her so.
Her body was beginning to respond to Freda's rough, brutal fuck
strokes. So long aroused, so long denied, it took little to turn
the crackling fire between her legs into a white hot inferno of
lust and desire.

   Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She spread her legs wider
and began pushing back to meet the savage stabbing lunges. Her face
twitched, and her head jerked to one side, then to the other. Her
cunt throbbed powerfully, sending searing waves of steamy sexual
energy through her body.

   She jerked spastically, then stiffened. Her eyes opened even
wider and she held absolutely still. The only sounds in the room
were the SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! of Freda's lower belly
meeting her buttocks and the sucking wet sound of the rubber cock
tearing in and out of her.

   Then Devon began moaning, a low keening sound at first that
began building in strength and intensity until she was screaming at
the top of her lungs, howling and shrieking in maniacal ecstasy and
glory. Her body exploded, shards of sexual power blasting through
every part of her system.

   "AAEEEEIIIIIIII!!! OHHHHHH! OHHHHH! AAAEEEERRRRGGH!" Devon
screamed. "AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! GHUH! GHUH! GHUH! GHUH! GHUH! GHUH!
FUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK! AAARRRRGGHHHHH!!!"

   Her body shook and thrashed, bucked up and down and rocked from
side to side. Freda hung on, her body tossed and pulled by the
twisting, shaking, convulsing, teenager. She continued to pound her
rubber cock down Devon's fuck-box as the blonde girl slammed her
ass from side to side and jammed it back on the impaling rod.

   "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCKKKK! NNNNGGGGHHHH!!
AAAARRRRRGHGHHHHHHGHHHHGHHHH!!"

   Devon's cunt sizzled like burning flesh. She shook and bucked
and tossed from side to side. Her upper body jerked up and down,
then slammed back briefly against Freda as she sought to arch her
back. She dropped forward on her hands again, and clawed at the rug
as she hammered her cunt back against the skewering cock-tool.

   Then her arms gave way and she dropped onto her face on the rug,
still rutting her ass back against the driving cock as she pounded
her face into the floor and grunted repeatedly in a high pitched
voice.

   The grunts became weaker and weaker, and her movements started
to ease. After almost a full minute, she knelt there impaled and
unmoving, finally pulling herself free and rolling unconscious onto
her side.

    Jack left the sweet shop and strolled down the street. Another
negative. He was starting to get irritated. There had to be someone
in this place that had seen those girls, however briefly. Amber, at
least, was not a girl you overlooked, nor forget quickly,
especially if you were male.

   He went through the big wooden door of an old Cafe and sat down
in a corner table, ordering a drink. When the girl brought it, she
could hardly fail to spot the two pictures on the table, or the
thousand dollar bill next to them. She looked like she'd been shot,
her eyes opening wide as she saw counted the zeros.

   She looked quickly at Jack, then back to the counter where the
manager stood. She quickly dropped his drink on the table and moved
away. Jack's eyes narrowed. There had been something there, he was
sure. She knew something, but was afraid to say anything.

   He scooped the bill and pictures into his pocket and quickly
finished his drink. Ten minutes later he was parked just down the
street from the Cafe, able to see the front door and the side
parking lot. It was possible she would go out the back and down the
alley, but he rather doubted it.

   Hours later she came out and walked down the street. He waited
until she was a block ahead, then started the car and followed. Too
public, he decided after a couple of blocks. He parked and got out,
following behind on foot.

   Ten minutes later, she stopped in front of a townhouse and
unlocked the door. The door closed behind her and Jack eased into
some bushes. He watched for a minute, then turned and left. He'd be
back, after dark, then the lady was going to answer his questions,
one way or another.

    Devon was allowed to sleep for two hours, then Franz slapped
her awake. He had a cattle prod in his hands and he put her through
a dog's paces, forcing her to kneel, crawl, sit, heel, and beg.
Anytime she was slow to respond he touched the tip of the prod to
her cunt or tits or ass and white fire screamed along her never
endings.

   Amber performed right along side her, moving instantly to
whatever command she was given. Both had been reduced to dazed
terrified animals, waiting for a command to obey, fearing the lash
or the prod. Freda sat in a chair watching, a cold smile on her
lips.

   She watched as Franz and Marc put the girl's through their
paces, training them in the arts of deep throating cocks and
rimming assholes. They made a lovely pair, she thought. "Stop." she
called. Both girls halted instantly, kneeling beside one another,
asses high. "Devon. Come." Devon crawled back to her quickly,
stopping by her chair. Freda rose and picked up the strap-on dildo.
"Stand up." Devon jumped to her feet, then almost fell down. Freda
had to steady her with one muscular arm.

   She slid the straps up the girl's legs and fastened the thing
tightly against her crotch. "Go and fuck Amber." she instructed.
Devon dropped to her hands and knees and crawled back to where
Amber knelt. She mounted her, kneeling upright, hands on Amber's
flanks as she slid the tip of the dildo into her friend's cunt.

   She slowly sank the thing into Amber's cunt to the hilt as the
three adults watched. "Fuck her HARD!" Franz said. "Fuck her FAST!"
Freda called.

   At once she began to tear the dildo in and out of Amber's cunt
tunnel, ignoring the girl's squeal of pain and whimper of fear. She
pounded the rubber cock in and out of the moist cunt before her,
her hips hammering back and forth as she skewered the brunette's
cunt-chute.

   "Reach around and squeeze those big tits, Devon." Freda ordered.

   Devon complied, sinking her fingers into Amber's big fat
jiggling tits as they swayed back and forth beneath her. She
clutched them tightly, opening and closing her fingers repeatedly
as she fucked into Amber's twat. "Twist her tits. Tear them off!"
Franz shouted.

   Amber whimpered and Devon moaned in misery and confusion. She
clamped her hands tightly around the big meaty tits hanging beneath
her girlfriend's chest and began to twist them from side to side,
pulling them hard, trying to rip them free from her chest.

   Amber cried and wept with pain and fuck pleasure. Her groin
heaved and shook and trembled in the throes of orgiastic bliss. She
humped back against Devon, the pain in her tits throwing her into
a powerful explosive cum that sent her senses reeling.

   "Stop." Freda said.

   Devon stopped pumping, her chest heaving with exertion.

   Push her onto her back and fuck her like that."

   Devon looked down at Amber in confusion and Franz put his foot
on Amber's chest and shoved, making her fall on her side. Devon
then helped her roll onto her back. Her legs naturally fell wide
and Devon lay on her, placing the cock back into her pussy and
driving it deep.

   She began to fuck into Amber again, their tits rubbing against
each other as she slid up and down Amber's body. She drove the cock
high into Amber's little cunt hole, feeling it crushing against
something hard up inside the girl's belly, but unable to slow down
or ease off.

   "Kiss her! Suck her tits. Squeeze them!" The watchers called.
Devon and Amber kissed furiously, their lips crushing together in
a harsh imitation of passion. Only for Amber it was the real thing.
Devon rutted desperately against her, fucking the big fat rubber
dick up and down the brunette's cunt-pipe.

   She felt the cunt's resistance wavering, one moment weakening,
one moment strengthening, and knew instinctively that Amber was
coming. Amber thew her legs around Devon and slammed her cunt up
onto the impaling rubber cock, moaning and sobbing with pleasure as
she came yet again, her tired, aching body bouncing and shaking
through the fiery climax.