("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author Đ 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Sold by Jorgen Karlsson (joergen.karlsson@mbox302.swipnet.se) *** From a far distance I heard female voices in a strange language that I didnīt understand. I felt hands all over my body, pushing and tearing off my clothes. They turned me around and nailed me to the bed with the weight of their bodies. Somebody sat on my head, pressing my face down into the soft pillow. (F-dom/M, nc, rp, bd, intr) *** The first day of my vacation would show to be my last day as a free man. Or so it seems. Iīve given up any hope of being released or rescued. My ankles and wrists are sore and aching and I donīt even know what month it is. Iīve got a foul taste in my mouth, and I shiver with fear every time I hear steps in the stairs leading down to my dungeon, halfway to hell. My name is Franz Kuntz, Iīm a German national - you might have heard or read about me. In the month of July, I vanished from the face of the earth, during what was supposed to be a wonderful and well deserved vacation in Brazil, after almost two years of constantly working overtime as a reporter and editor at the local newspaper. I thought of myself as a free man, recently divorced from my former classmate and lover, Jannike. We met at the age of fourteen in school and had been a couple since then - a couple of months short of fifteen years. Our marriage faded the last few years, so we both agreed to go separate ways, still with a great respect for one another - lovers turned into companions. And so we did. At the age of twenty-nine, I still felt young and curious of lifeīs mysteries. There was a world out there that I hadnīt seen much of. I decided to start with South America - and only a short visit, since I had to be back in the beginning of August to my ball and chain. Everything was set up, and I didnīt bother to learn anything about the country; I was going there as a tourist, so why should I waste my time reading boring articles about agriculture and rural traditions and so on? I know itīs pretty arrogant, but Iīd taken some time off from being a nice guy with a correct mind. I fell in love with the country right away, at the airport. It was my first trip outside of Europe and just about everything seemed exotic. The classy black, white, brown or bronze-colored women moved their bodies in a different dimension than German women did. Every step of these ladies was gracious, proud and... sexy. And, remember: I was still at the airport, among business- people. I could only imagine how the more natural, down- to-earth women in the real world would turn out to be. And I got my share of that in the taxi to my hotel. I was stunned. OK, itīs not that I havenīt seen beautiful females before. But never in my life had I seen such an army of delicious, mind-blowing creatures. My hotel was located in the northern part of the town, within walking distance from the beach, according to the tourist brochure. It wasnīt much, but it was kinda charming and clean. And not so big. I hate enormous buildings. The staff was casual and friendly as I signed in. My room was on the ground level. Great! No stairs to climb, in case I got home awfully drunk one night, I thought. I showered, laid down naked on the bed and felt a rush of desire pumping through my veins. A desire for hot, exotic food, cold beer and those gorgeous felines that seemed to be everywhere. My penis started to grow and rise. Itīs swollen, purple head swayed gently over my stomach, reaching almost nine inches from my groin. I decided not to waste any precious seed here in solitude, so I got dressed and hit the streets. It was late in the afternoon. I had just finished a large, tasty meal and ordered a second beer, when a company of three well-dressed and good-looking middle- aged women sat down at the table right in front of me. They didnīt take any notice of my existence, so I studied them for a while in secret. The one facing me, about three meters away, had the darkest skin Iīd ever seen. She was strikingly beautiful and held her head high and proud. After only five minutes or so, it was quite clear that she was the "leader" of the three, the way she took command of the humorous discussion, and the way the other two watched and talked to her. She had large, brown, jewel-like eyes, with only a stain of cruelty in them, and thick, sensual lips, painted with blood-red lipstick. Her curly hair was held by a knot at the back of the head. She was dressed in a thin, multi-coloured cotton dress that didnīt leave much for the imagination. Her breasts were big and heavy, heaving majestically when she breathed. Her dress revealed lots of naked flesh, including one third of her delicious breasts. The nipples rose hard against the thin cotton. Her gracious legs were crossed under the table. She wore pink, high- heeled shoes. A really classy lady! 40 years old, I guessed, married to some successful, soon-to-be very rich and powerful man who never settled for the second best. I tried to imagine her in bed, soaked in sweat, moaning and charging, with me kissing and licking her shining black skin all over that mature and gorgeous body - and realized that I wasnīt just horny, I was getting drunk, too. ** Over my third beer I glanced at the one sitting on her left, from my point of view. Possibly 43 years old, with skin that was lighter than mine. She was pale and she was cold, or at least, thatīs what I thought. Sophisticated middleclass, no doubt. Dull sex with her fat husband once a week. Or maybe not, I was usually wrong about people. She was good looking, alright, but no knockout. Everything about her looked normal - or a bit prettier than normal, but nothing to remember her by, if you hadnīt seen her for a couple of years. A charming smile once in a while, but no passion. I turned my attention to the third woman. Her mouth ran all the time, except when her dark friend opened her mouth to speak. Then she stopped, even if she was in the middle of a sentence. As if she was afraid of her. And a minute later they all laughed together. Strange. Motor- mouth had light brown skin and huge breasts. She might have been 45, or she might have been 50, it was hard to tell. As the other two, she was well preserved and healthy-looking. Definitely sexier than the cold blond, but way back in the shadow of the black beauty. Like her pale friend, she was more or less commonly dressed, with ordinary brown sandals to go with it. Probably divorced and looking for a stud at least twenty years younger than herself. For a night or two. I gave up my bizarre guessing game and turned my attention to the street life outside of the window. The first day of my vacation, and I deserved it. I was about to call the waiter, to get my bill, when I heard a cool, deep voice from the other table: "You look very lonely, mister." I blushed. The dark beauty walked towards my table and sat down beside me. "You do not mind, mister?" Her voice was hypnotic, spellbinding. The smile didnīt leave her face as she lit a cigarette. I felt like a fool, unable to say something that wouldnīt make me look even more stupid. "No, of course not! Be my guest!" "Your guest? You want take me to your place?" Still smiling. But was she teasing me, or... "No, I meant..." I tried to find the right words. "No? You no want? You no like me, mister?" So much for my guessing. A classy lady with a wealthy husband. Right. And she turned out to be a hooker. "Only joking, mister. I no bad woman. Have money. But you look very nice, and I need practise English. I work in office, and need practice English, please." She showed me a ring on her finger. "See, I married." I sighed in relief and we laughed together. The ice was broken. "Iīm sorry, Mrs..." "Mrs? You call me Rosita, please." "OK, Rosita. Iīm sorry. I was thinking about something else." "Else? Is OK!" And so the conversation continued for a while. Her friends kept quiet in the background, while me and Rosita had our first English-lesson. I tried to explain that I wasnīt the perfect teacher, but she didnīt understand, and that was fine by me. She smiled at me in a way that made me wonder how much that wedding ring really meant to her. And after more than two hours of chatting I was quite sure that tonight was going to be very special. But I couldnīt even in my wildest fantasies imagine what I had coming to me. ** The clerk at the reception just smiled at me when the four of us entered. He handed me my key and checked out my company. I wondered what was in his head at that moment. I had just agreed to show the women my room, and maybe offer them some of the tax-free Vodka. There would be no sleazy group sex, but how was he to know? And how was I to know that I was about to be robbed, raped and sold as a slave? Rositaīs two friends, Maria and Maria, found the Vodka- bottle, two cans of Tonic-water and four glasses and mixed the drinks while I and Rosita discussed the German pension system. I couldnīt wait for the other two to leave, so that I could get to know her a bit better. Her eyes and her mouth didnīt speak the same language, thatīs for sure. A few drinks later, Maria and Maria went to the bathroom together. And that was what we both had been waiting for. We kissed with wide open mouths, feeling out each other's bodies with clumsy, drunken movements. Half crazy by lust, I undressed her in a couple of seconds, and she laid naked before me. I mustīve behaved like a horny teenager as I buried my head between her legs and kissed her hairless, juicy cunt. I sucked and licked the black and purple and pink flesh, and I didnīt care about anything else in this world: disease, her friends in the bathroom, the fact that I was probably acting like a worthless lover - I just couldnīt care. She moaned and whispered sexy words in Portuguese as I drank the love juices that flowed freely from her beautiful sex. Dizzy with desire, I started massaging her clit with my tongue. Her whole body was working its way towards the climax. The black skin was shining with sweat. She dug her fingernails into my shoulders. The sharp pain made me groan, but I continued to take her all the way, like a humble servant. When she reached the orgasm, she wrapped her legs around my neck and started squeezing with tremendous power. She cut off the oxygen supply, and I didnīt have the strength to part her legs. The last thing that went through my head before everything went black was: -Iīm being strangled by a woman! From a far distance I heard female voices in a strange language that I didnīt understand. I felt hands all over my body, pushing and tearing off my clothes. They turned me around and nailed me to the bed with the weight of their bodies. Somebody sat on my head, pressing my face down into the soft pillow. As I regained consciousness, I realized that they were about to tie my hands behind the back. My efforts to break free were weak and useless. I heard them laughing at me, scornful and cruel, and thought about all the money and travelers cheques - close to a month's salary, about to fly out of the window. I didnīt know that was the least of my concerns, how could I? They tied my feet together with black leather straps and eased the pressure. My capturers were all naked. It was the same women I had met at the restaurant, yet three completely different persons. They were predators, killers. I felt a cold wave of fear running through my helpless body. Then, all of a sudden, the light brown Maria jumped me and slapped my face several times before she spat me in the eyes. I felt my cock growing hard, and before I knew it, she shoved it into her warm and wet cunt. She taunted and hit me with closed fists in the face a couple of times as she fucked me. The other two cheered her, as if they were watching some street fight. My eyes filled with tears when one of the punches landed on my nose. The moment later, the blond Maria was sitting on my face, ordering me in a self- confident voice: "Now, lick my ass, or you die!" I hesitated for a second, disgusted but also at the same time horny as an animal and scared half to death. I felt the pleasure of a soon-to-come giant orgasm under the other Mariaīs humping, and stretched out my tongue. The blond Maria sighed loudly when I licked the crack of her ass. I was like a slave, eager to satisfy his cruel master. I let the tongue run up and down, up and down, light and slow at first, tickling her firm and muscular anus, moistening it with my saliva. The taste was bitter, but not very strong, and nowhere near as repulsive as one might think. The darker Maria let out a shriek as she came on top of me. Her blond friend gave me new directions: "Fuck my asshole, and donīt stop before I tell you to!" Without second thought, I penetrated her light-brown muscle with the tip of my tongue. Bit by bit, I drove it further up, further into her tight asshole. Then I exploded in a furious orgasm, shooting my sauce into Maria, the rapist. The blond Maria moaned as if in agony every time I buried my wet tongue in her ass, and sighed every time I pulled it out. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 68