After the General had left, the welcome reprieve slowly gave two of the American captives a chance to recover their sanity. Amy snuggled up to her husband, planting soft kisses along his face.
“I’m so sorry, Scott. I’m here for you. Please, don’t give up hope.” She squeezed his hand, but it was lifeless, listless in her grip. She pressed her nakedness up against him, slipping an arm around his chest. “Close your eyes, baby. Get some sleep.”
Scott heaved a huge, heavy sigh. He blinked back tears.
Jennifer snuggled up to him on the other side, her hand reaching out to take her sister’s. As they clasped hands the two sisters saw tears mirrored on one another’s faces.
“We’ll get through this somehow, won’t we?” Jen asked.
Amy nodded stubbornly, fighting back more tears.
“We will, sweetheart. I promise.”
But how? That was the million dollar question. All three captives would soon wonder, with mounting dread, what “surprise” the General had in store next for his ship-load of helpless American sex slaves….
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END OF PART ONE. To Be Continued.
I hope you enjoyed the story. Remember, this is only a fantasy. Indulge your fantasies, the darker and kinkier the better.
~gaggedKitty
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