“Enjoy your sweet lovemaking, slaves. I’ll be back to check on you after lunch.” Mladic’s footsteps receded up the stairs. Then there was the opening and slamming of a door, then silence…except for the sounds of copulation as Ashley continued to ride her boyfriend’s cock.
The hours passed by with the two captives constantly fucking, trying to focus on their own pleasure and not the fact that this was being forced upon them. Looking up at his girlfriend’s cum-covered face, Brad tried to give her words of comfort, to say anything that might soothe her battered soul. She did the same for him, talking to him as they fucked. Strangely enough, they found that talking while being forced to do the awful things that Mladic made them do took some of the horror out of this nightmare. It was as if, with each word of comfort they exchanged, they were somehow blunting Mladic’s sadistic power over them, if only in the tiniest of ways. That, more than anything, gave them hope, or at least the will to go on. Each of them wanted to be stronger for the other. Each of them was spurred on with a renewed will to survive by seeing the valiant façade of fragile courage displayed by the one they loved.
Finally, after lunchtime, Ashley heard the door creak open again.
“I love you,” she whispered to Brad. Looking at her with sorrow but also tenderness, Brad whispered back.
“I love you too.”
Then the two captives fell silent, wisely so, for now Mladic was close. He walked up and watched Ashley still grinding on Brad’s lap.
“Not bad, lovebirds. You’ve earned a good CUMMING, I think. Go ahead, lover-boy, gush inside your woman. Here, bitch, let me help you CUM too, while your boyfriend gets off.”
Kneeling beside them, Mladic reached down and stroked Ashley’s clit while the girl continued to fuck her boyfriend. Brad’s tormented face was beaded with sweat. Soon he was tipping over the edge. He groaned a plaintive, almost agonized sound as the churning seed in his testicles shot up into the wet, warm depths of his girlfriend’s pussy.
“UGGGHHH!”
At almost the exact same moment, Ashley succumbed to Mladic’s touch. Her cunt convulsed and gripped hard around the cock that was fountaining its precious swimmers deep inside her. She bit her lip so hard it almost bled, shuddering as the orgasm tore through her and left her mind temporarily in tatters. Gradually, as she came down from the precipice, Ashley was aware of a washcloth, slightly soapy and wet with warm water, being applied to her face, wiping off all the half-dried cum encrusted along her skin.
Mladic’s touch was so tender now, the way he cleaned her with the washcloth. To Ashley, it felt so surreal. How could a man be so cruel one moment, and yet show tiny, fleeting glimpses of humanity the next? Unfortunately, she was about to get her answer – and the fleeting glimpse of humanity was in fact nothing more than self-interest at its basest.
“Does that feel better, cunt? You like having a clean face and clean tits again?”
Ashley nodded. “Yes, Master. Thank you, Sir.”
“Don’t thank me yet,” Mladic said with the rumble of a laugh. He stood up and pulled Ashley up to her feet beside him. Cum oozed from the girl’s snatch, dropping onto her boyfriend’s pubic curls and cock. She stared down at the little puddles of fluid, which included the juices from her own sex.
“You and your boyfriend made quite a mess, bitch. You really got into it. That was some real lust you and your boy-toy showed for my video. These nipples were harder than ever,” he said with playfulness as he cupped the girl’s tits and then pinched her nipples for good measure. She gasped as two tiny stabs of pain shot through her pink buds. “That’s good. You know what, I think you and your bitch-boy’s training is finally complete. That’s just as well.”
“Wh-what do you mean, Sir?” Ashley couldn’t help it. She had forgotten to keep her mouth shut unless prompted. Mladic was so focused on sharing the ‘good news’ with her that he let the infraction slide.
“It’s simple, bitch. I mean that you and your boyfriend’s time as my guests here is OVER.”
Hope leapt in Ashley’s chest like a majestic whale leaping out of the ocean. “You mean…you mean you’ll let us go?” She knew that it was probably foolish to hope, but she still couldn’t help it. It was the one thing that she and Brad had been clinging to for these last hellish weeks – the hope that once Mladic tired of them, he might actually let them go. The hope that Lev’s earlier warning that Mladic would kill them once he was finished with them was just a cruel joke.
“Let you go?” Mladic rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I guess you could call it that. I am letting you ‘go’ in a sense.”
Uh-oh. No, this couldn’t be good. Ashley felt a sudden churning, sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.
“Please let us go, please!” she whimpered, unable to control herself. She tried to turn back to look at him, but he slapped her face from behind and told her to stand still.
“Don’t get all hysterical on me, bitch. It doesn’t do me any good to have my customers turned off by the merchandise.”
“M-merchandise?” Ashley’s horror-filled gaze met that of her boyfriend, now looking up at her.
“Yes…I was going to kill you two lovebirds, but then Lev gave me a great idea. He’s got a few old friends from south of the border. Killing a sweet young pussy and her boyfriend, while fun – and believe me, I’m a fan of making a good snuff film now and then – is such a waste. So Lev got me thinking, why waste a good pussy and her boyfriend when I can get some cold, hard cash for my trouble? When Lev told me that Antonio and his crew would be traveling up this way on other business anyway, well, we struck a deal.”
Ashley and Brad felt despair well up through their pores and fill every single vein in their bodies. No, this couldn’t be happening. No, please no…!
There was a commotion upstairs. Ashley heard a cacophony of voices.
Mladic turned toward the stairs and swiveled Ashley along with him. He reached down now, his hand cupping her cum-coated cunt.
“Mmmm. This is the last time I get to fondle this cute fuck-hole. Guess I should make the most of it, eh?”
Ashley felt panic roaring through her. Her heart hammered in her chest like a straitjacket-wearing prisoner trying to bash her head against the sides of her cell.
“Please don’t do this. Please, we’ve done everything you’ve asked. We’ve been good sex slaves,” she whimpered. Ignoring her plea, Mladic began to rub her clit.
Meanwhile, the door at the top of the basement stairs slammed open with a crash. Heavy, thumping footsteps boomed as one, two, three, then five more men, then five more men after that, all came pounding down the stairs. All of them were Mexican. They had tattoos of barbed wire, elaborate patterns, and Spanish lettering engraved on their powerful biceps, bull-like necks, and beefy limbs. The one at the front of the pack of 16 men looked particularly harsh and cruel. He had a dark goatee and eyes that glittered like midnight. A tattoo of two snakes eating a human skull was emblazoned across his chest. He wore nothing but a biker vest, jeans, and boots, and the rest of his gang wore much the same.
“Lev let me in. You must be Mladic, yes? Is this the bitch and the boy-toy my good friend tells me you have for sale??”
Mladic nodded. “You must be Antonio?”
The goateed biker gang leader winked at him before giving Mladic a feral grin. “The one and the same, gringo. Oooh, look at this chica. She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she.”
Mladic looked sheepish. “My apologies, but she’s still got her boyfriend’s cum in her pussy. I didn’t get a chance to get her cleaned up for you.”
Antonio waved one dismissive hand. “Not a problem, gringo. My men don’t mind sloppy seconds. Do you?” he called out, to which he received thunderous shouts of excitement and a chorus of No’s. “It’s been a long, LONG ride up here, man. You don’t mind if me and the boys test out our new merchandise before we take possession, do you?” Before Mladic could even answer, though, Antonio gestured at the one man in his gang who was even taller than he. “Pay the man.” The towering, scar-faced biker set a duffel bag on the nearby workbench and unzipped it to show stacks of $100 bills inside.
“You want me to count it?” Antonio offered.
Mladic’s gleeful grin spread as widely as humanly possible. “No need. If Lev says you’re trustworthy, that’s good enough for me. Oh, and in answer to your other question – sure, go right ahead. Try out the merchandise to your heart’s content.”
“Excellent. I was hoping you’d say that,” the big man said, rubbing his hands together. Mladic thrust the poor girl into Antonio’s arms, grabbed the duffel bag, and left.
Ashley’s eyes widened as she watched the biker gang of 16 brutes quickly disrobe. Antonio’s cock was the biggest of them all. It was obscene. It was hard to believe that the man was even human, with all twelve inches of cock standing upright like a horrific harpoon of flesh.
“You like what you see, chica?” Ashley’s heart dove through her stomach. She couldn’t even form words.
“Well, I hate to disappoint, but I prefer MEN. Maybe you can suck me off later though, chica. I don’t want you getting too jealous of your boyfriend. Mmmm. Now let’s see how tight your boyfriend’s ass is. Ooohh, yes, this should be FUN.” He stepped around her. When Brad tried to get up, he slammed the young man back to the floor. Keeping a hand on his neck, he growled at him. “Turn over, boy. Let me see that wrinkled hole. I like to savor the scene and see where my cock is going.” He paused, turning back toward the others, who seemed to be waiting for his command before joining the fray.
“Juan, Francisco, break in this young bitch while I tend to her sweet boyfriend. Then make sure the others all get their turns with her.”
“You’ve got it, Jefe.” The one named Juan was the impossibly tall one. His cock was almost equally supernatural and obscene in dimension. Whereas all the cocks of the remaining bikers had to be between 8 to 9 and a half inches, Juan’s was a formidable 11-inches fully elongated. He now approached Ashley and reached out, lightly petting the girl’s breasts.
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