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Karma's a bitch (MessedupRp x Cindy Harrison)

CatScrezatio

CatScrezatio

Supernova
Joined
Nov 5, 2016
Location
The 5th Dimension
Albert Williamson was known for his savage business. His deals, above and below the table, were well known by different circles, and these circles viewed him favorably or unfavorably as they varied.

One of Albert's many flaws was his arrogance. His assumption that he was untouchable in every way; and his desire to posture his power to everyone he did business with, was overwhelming. This was especially clear in his choice of spouse. Alicia Williamson was the most beautiful woman Albert could get his ring on. He did all he could to make her seem as attractive as she possibly could. He bought her tiny, revealing clothes and luxurious jewelry; and, at age 34, she was aging far more gracefully than he was.

This was likely due to his work schedule. Long days, often going into the night. Fourteen and fifteen hour work-days were not uncommon for Albert, and his marriage was stifled for it. He barely spent time with his wife and didn't really seem to care too much either. She was there to go with him to any events and to look good hanging off of his arm, and to Albert, that was her purpose.

Obviously, this was not a fulfilling lifestyle for Alicia. Long days of abject loneliness making anyone feel a bit less loyal to their spouse, so she found her way to various dating sites. Unsurprisingly, a rich, gorgeous MILF had no trouble finding plenty of interest and plenty of potential partners of both sexes. Currently, one busty brunette was flirting very heavily with Alicia. They'd left the stage of discreet flirtatious comments behind, now outright complimenting each-other and describing what they wanted to do with the other's body. Alicia and the brunette, Jane, had already met once, and both of them ended up laying on very wet, messy bedsheets. Now, Jane wanted more, and she assumed Alicia felt the same.

Jane sent a quick succession of two messages. A provocative photo in a mirror of her body wrapped in a towel, her hair and skin very wet. The second text came shortly after the photo, "Just got out of the shower. Get here fast and maybe I won't even bother drying off."
 
Alicia finally had a chance to grab the proverbial brass ring. Like most young women her age, she flirted and played with both sexes. Unlike most however, she developed an interest in women, resulting in numerous but short lived relationships.

One evening she was introduced by a mutual friend to a very handsome man and she decided this might be her ticket out of her cockroach infested dump of an apartment. Albert was near her own age and judging by the clothes he wore and the limo he was driven in, he defintely met her requirements to be a potential sugar daddy.

She learned from the outset not to ask about his finances or anything about the mysterious men that constantly came in and out of their mansion once they were married. She heard rumors that her husband dabbled in certain things that borderlined on the illegal side, but what the hell.....he kept her in a lavish lifestyle that, when single, she could only have dreamed about.

That was the price paid for what amounted to an empty marriage....when he did grace her with his attendance it was usually for expensive parties in which she was expected to play her part as his trophy wife....on those occasions when she refused to act as his walking talking Barbie doll, she was beaten but wisely in places where a expensive gown would cover it.
Alicia filled her empty hours by spending as much of her husband's money, becoming a frequent regular at the local 24 hr fitness club and for her 34th birthday underwent breast augmentation, resulting in a most breathtaking pair of size 40DD's.
She also was no stranger to certain dating sites, in particular ones that catered to affair seeking spouses.
She eventually hooked up with a beautiful brunette named Jane. To her suprise, the girl lived closeby and they soon got together. Alicia took turns wetting her own bedsheets and those of a nearby hotel room.

One day she recieved some texts with pictures of Jane in a bathtowel. The girl didn't need to ask twice....within minutes Alicia sped off to their rendevous.....

"Lover," she whispered, knocking on the hotel room door...."Open up...."
 
The lock turned in the door, then the door itself swung open. Jane stood in the doorway. Her torso still covered by the towel, but her body was notably wet. The beautiful brunette smiled at Alicia, "Just in time. I was about to dry off." She took the rich woman by the hand and pulled her into the bedroom. As soon as the door closed, the towel fell down to the floor. Jane's beautiful body was displayed. She was a bit younger than Alicia, only in her mid-twenties, but she was just as gorgeous and loved fooling around with Alicia, even if she was a bit older.

Jane didn't waste any time. They never did together. She put her hands on Alicia's face and pushed herself closer for a kiss with her lover. The kisses deepened, and Jane helped Alicia slip out of her clothes, soon the MILF joined her younger lover in her nudity. Usually, Alicia was the first to make a move. Jane would let her lover take the lead, but today was different. Today, Jane wanted to have her way with Alicia for as long as she could. To play with her and enjoy her, make her come over and over. Because soon she might not get that chance.

While Jane's hand found its way to Alicia's buttock, Jane considered the MILF; of all her partners, Alicia was the most fun. She had a skill with her body and her mouth, and Jane loved it. So, perhaps after today, Jane might get to have her cake and eat it too. But right now, the only thing she wanted to eat was between Alicia's legs.
 
Alicia let the young nymph take her by the hand and into the bedroom. Their affairs almost always went straight to sex, very little talking beforehand and not too much foreplay for that matter.
When Jane let the towel drop, the 34 year old didn't need any foreplay....Jane was a sex goddess, with a supple young body that just screamed for sex. Alicia was happy that the young girl had a thing for older women. Times like these would be spent for the entire day, often overnight....it wasn't as if she's be missed much at home.....

Alicia dove her tongue deep into the girl's mouth the second their lips met and jelled together....in less than a second both tongues met and became as one. As they kissed passionately, Alicia felt the girl take the zipper in the back of her dress and pull it down. In minutes, it was on the floor....Alicia kicked it away as Jane went for her panties then finally her bra, her huge paid for tits erect. No sag or droop on those boobs---when she got the breast augmentation Alicia insisted that they were firm enough that she hardly needed a bra to keep them up....they were almost perfectly round and she was proud of them.

She laid on the bed with her legs open, pulling the girl down on top of her. Usually with their quickie affairs, Alicia would dominate but it seemed like Jane wanted the honors this time, which was fine with her.
 
As Jane landed on top of her, she pushed her hips forward, her ground pressing into Alicia's hips. She smiled down at her lover and admired her body again. Those beautiful, perky breasts. Alicia had never been afraid of being honest about her breasts being fake, likely because they were gorgeous; and the rest of her body was equally beautiful.

As much as Jane wanted to stay with Alicia longer, or maybe even just run away together, she had a job to do. Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't have one last, wild day of lust with her favorite partner. She leaned in, her perky breasts pressing against Alicia's. Jane grabbed a handful of the MILFs hair, and pulled her head back. Jane kissed along Alicia's neck, juxtaposing the rough hair pull with a much gentler kiss to the neck. "We're gonna play a but differently. I'm gonna be a rough little minx," she pulled Alicia's legs around her waist, "And you're going to love every second of it." She kissed Alicia's lips again, and moved down, dragging her tongue along Alicia's neck and then down between her breasts and over her belly. She slid easily between Alicia's legs, and almost immediately started licking and sucking on her pussy.

Today, Jane made quick work of Alicia the first time. She drove her lover orgasm fast and hard, then she didn't stop. No, there was little time to object before Jane plunged her fingers into that tight pussy. She kept up her sexual onslaught. What came next would be so much easier if Alicia was nice and tired already. Plus, it was always fun for Jane to do this sort of thing.
 
Alicia loved it when Jane gazed at her tits....they were by far Alicia's best attributes. She was worried that after getting the boob job she would lose feeling in her nipples, a sacrifice many women gladly paid for the chance of having larger mammaries.
Luckily for her however, she found she had just the same amount of sensation and her nipples easily hardened with the right amount of stimulation, something her husband had never noticed.

She let out a soft giggle......so not to attract too much attention, her and her lover often switch locations for their affair, often taking Jane home and having sex in Alicia's own bed. It was a dare that she found stimulating. What would happen if her husband came home and found them nude and on top of each other?

Almost unhappily, she knew her husband's schedule and the fact that he spent more time away from home than in it with her only made her want to cheat on him even more. It was almost as if her and her husband lived seperate lives in the same house.....she knew much of what he did was.....well, unethical, to say the least but what did she know? When he was home, he took a handful of his closest associates into his private office, his inner sanctum and closed the door, keeping her out like a re run of the Godfather.

Alicia stretched her arms and barely managed to grab a washcloth on the bedside table, stuffing it in her mouth as Jane tongue bathed her body.....she regretted picking a hotel this time because she would have to be quiet and Alicia could be loud. She stuffed the cloth in her mouth and moaned through her impromptu gag as Jane began finger fucking her.
Alicia bucked, scooting her pelvis closer, urging the fingers to penetrate deeper. As Jane continued, Alicia gave out a loud squeal, her orgasm envelopping her....she came almost violently......
 
That wasn't the end of it. In fact, Jane fucked Alicia like an animal well into the day. She had brief stops, only long enough to take a sip of water and dive back in. After she fingered Alicia to orgasm, she pumped a rabbit vibrator in and out of her sex, then she ate Alicia's ass a bit before sitting on the older woman's face and coming to a climax of her own. From there, it was the strapon's turn. Jane fucked Alicia in all manner of positions. She had the MILF suck the toy clean, and take it in her pussy in all different angles and methods. She didn't even wait for Alicia's orgasm before changing. Desire this, Jane didn't fuck her ass. Her employer wanted Alicia's bum tight.

At about three o'clock, Jane had Alicia bent over. She'd tied the MILFs hands behind her back and was fucking her now, smacking her ass every once-in-awhile. She surreptitiously soaked a liquid from a bottle and leaned forward, "Mm... I'm sorry about this. Maybe I'll see if I can get work wherever you end up." She pressed the rag to Alicia's mouth and nose, forcing the dildo deep into her pussy one last time. "You were my favorite." She said, as Alicia slipped into unconsciousness.

The MILF would wake up still Naked but very hot. Likely because of the bright light right over her. Her arms were stretched overhead, metal cuffs holding them together and suspended to keep her body straight and her arms up. Her legs were similarly shackled to the floor, holding her in place with her legs clamped together. Alicia was standing on a small circular raised platform, as her eyed adjusted she might see many other platforms around the perimeter of this large room, like her. As well as rows of them in the center. Each one had a girl, similarly bound and squirming. Alicia might have tried to call for help, or scream, but a bright red ball gag in her mouth kept her from making coherent noise.

All around her, well-dressed women milled about, looking at the girls on their little stages, pointing and talking and laughing at the bound and gagged women. Alicia could see other girls had little digital placards their stages, she did as well. They probably had personal information, and told a little about them. For the first time, she noticed a small crowd around her. Some of them walking around behind Alicia's stage. "God, what a MILF!" "Her ass is as nice as her tits." "Those are fake? They look incredible." "Wait... She was Albert Williamson's wife? I heard they has that bastard's wife here, but I didn't expect her to be this sexy." The women commented on Alicia's body mostly, and about her husband. She might have picked up by now, but Alicia was being sirveyed by potentail buyers. People who wanted to see what was available. She was going to be sold at a slave auction.
 
Alicia was in sexual heaven....of all the times her and Jane got together for their secret affairs, this time she was like a tiger, taking Alicia and putting her in so many positions....the woman's pussy began to sting a little, but between Jane's fingers tongue and the rabbit vibe, she hadn't had this many orgasms in her life. Was Jane trying to drain her, trying to make her weak?
Whatever the reason was she didn't care, so long as Jane kept dominating her.
Finally the girl flipped Alicia on her belly and tied her hands behind her back. Alicia giggled and squirmed, pretending she was a hostage.....

"Yes,! Alicia cried out......"Oh yes!....HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING???....WHAT'S........."
A hand reached around from behind with a cloth doused with choloroform. With her hands bound, Alicia was helpless as the cloth was pressed tight to her nose and mouth. Within seconds, the girl lay limp and unconscious.

When Alicia came to, she shook her head, trying to get rid of the chemical fog still lingering in her head. Instantly she realized something was wrong, very wrong.....as her eyes finally cleared, she looked around. She was in a large room....and she was totally naked!
She looked around and saw her arms up over her head, wrists bound and secured. She tried to struggle but all she did was sway back and forth, her feet shackled and bound to the floor.

"MMMMMMPH!!!!....MMMMMMMPH!!!!"
was all that came out of her ballgagged mouth. WHERE WAS SHE??????
She looked around and saw she wasn't alone....other girls were there, all gagged and restrained the same way. Alicia craned her neck out and noticed they were all on platforms of some sort, cards in front most likely saying something about them. A cute asian girl was frantically tugging at her restraints, screaming through her gag until a hooded man came over and took a cane, whipping her ass until she sobbed and became quiet. The other girls took what they saw as a lesson and ceased their struggling.
It still hadn't dawned on Alicia just why she was there. Why naked? why were there other girls the same way?....who were these people walking around them?

It wasn't until one of them grabbed her tits and fondled her then she finally realized why she was there.....

she was in a sex slave auction......
 
The auction hadn't started yet, it wouldn't for some time. Now was a chance for the buyers to survey the wares and see what they might choose. As it was, the girls were loosely ordered. Some groups of bound girls were more valuable than others, and their starting bids would be higher. The market fluctuated rapidly, trends in ownership changed like fashion. One day, owning Asians was the hot thing, a few months later everyone was scrambling to corner a rapidly dwindling market on Hispanics. At the current time and place, a white MILF like Alicia normally wouldn't sell very well. White girls and especially MILFs were not popular. However, Alicia had a few factors in her favor. Her amazing body, which rivaled every other captive in the room, and most of the buyers; and her marriage.

This event was a "who's who" of the criminal underworld. Enemies gathered at these events and rubbed shoulders as friends, temporarily. Strict rules dictated there would be no bloodshed, so they set aside their rivalries and hatred and spent a few hours or a few nights here and there as person and friends. Among these people, the name Williamson was a well-known one. For all the wrong reasons. Albert Williamson was known for being a scoundrel and a cheat. Someone that had no honor, even among thieves. He had a lot of enemies, a lot of whom would be very happy at the prospect of bending his wife to their will, of claiming his prize for themselves. Because of this, as well as Alicia's beauty, she was one of the most anticipated sales. Her starting bid number was the highest in the room, and she was slated to be sent to the auction block last. A grand finale to the night.

Until then, many people came to admire her. With the approval of the guards, several went up and touched Alicia, feeling up her body or groping her. Each of them took a moment to tell her what they wanted to do with her, most of them said it was to spite her husband.

Alicia was easily one of the centers of attention, until the doors opened. The two large oak doors swung inwards, guards stepping aside to let a woman and her entourage in. The entourage included a few guards, but the woman was the most interesting part. She was a short, petite Asian woman. Her face was beautiful, but had a cruel severity to it. She knew that you wanted to look at her, and if you took to long she might kill you for it. Her dark hair was pulled up at the back of her head, two needles holding up the bun at the back of her head. Her slender frame was draped in a bright red kimono with good and black lacing. Golden branches and pink-petaled trees covered the kimono's red field, giving it a natural tone.

There was a slit in her kimono, as she walked her lovely leg slipped out, and a holster strapped around her thigh was exposed. Of course everyone in the room was armed, but this lady was the only one who showed it so publicly. Her fierce brown eyes farted around the room, taking in everyone there in an instant and then settling on Alicia. For the first time since she entered, the woman smiled. It didn't reach her eyes. It was a smile that would elicit fear in everyone, and excitement in a few. Alicia had a few seconds to decide which group she fell into as the woman quickly approached her, the group of people casually stepping aside to make way for her. There was no outright reverence, but they either respected or feared her. Likely a little of each.
 
Alicia was pissed.....that fuckin' Jane! why couldn't she had sensed that hot little nymph was leading her into a trap? her crime syndicate husband had warned her after she got the boob job that some of his.....'asssociates'.might try and use her to get back at him, but until now she had no idea what it meant.
One man double crossed him and usually Alicia was not allowed to see or otherwise get involved in any of her husband's business affairs, but for some reason, he let her watch as he took out a gun and put 5 slugs into the man. That was when she realized just how dangerous he was.

But when it came to her, he decorated her like she was a christmas tree display at Tiffany's, diamond earrings, bracelets and necklaces...along with the boob job, he also paid to have botox injections, making her lips permanently puffed. Not overly so as to make them look comical, but just enough to complete her transformation into a million dollar bimbo of a trophy wife.

She struggled as she swayed back and forth, her nakedness making her feel more vulnerable than she had ever been, her ass, pussy and tits out for display like a department store mannequin.
The other bound and gagged captives were groped and handled, some more gently than others but they seemed to focus their attention on Alicia. Both men and women came up to grab and twist her nipples, swat her tits and her ass....more than one thrusted a finger up her cunt but the guards made sure no one finger fucked her into a forced orgasm.....that was a pleasure only to belong to the fortunate owner.
The girls looked over at each other as they all struggled.....the bidding soon started, focusing on one girl at a time.
As each winning bid was announced, a hooded man wearing only black latex speedos came into the room, took down the captive from her restraints, bound her hands behind her back then picked her up over his shoulders and carried them out the door.
The room became emptier by the hour until only Alicia remained. The voice coming over the hidden speaker said what everyone already knew, that she was the wife of an infamous underworld gangster....it also gave out her measurements, saying that she would make an ideal slave, a body custom built for savage sex.

Alicia never ceased her struggling....she didn't care if it only served to arouse the bidders, she wasn't doing it to turn them on. She had to escape from here....God know what would happen to her since everyone knew who she was.
The petite asian woman got her attention just as it did everyone else....Alicia had to admit that she was attractive but she looked dangerous....thanks to Jane, she knew that size didn't matter, the short ones could be just as manipulative and deadly as the taller ones.

Her body gently swayed as she fought, listening to the bids as they were announced.....at the end, the Kimono wearing asian placed the highest bid. Like it or not, Alicia was sold to her.
 
The bidding went slowly, the cheapest slaves sold first to the younger people, new money criminals or the children of established bosses that wanted a slave of their own. It worked it's way around the room and eventually ended with Alicia. The lower end girls started at 50,000 and climbed up from there. Many of the girls started somewhere within 100,000. Alicia started at 400,000. The bids rose quickly, many people had already purchased their desired slaves and now just watched out of curiosity, but there were still a few people in a bidding war. The price rose quickly, and Alicia was sold to the woman in the red kimono for 1.4 million dollars.

One of the speedo-clad handlers came up and brought Alicia down, her new owner whispered something to a person that was presumably the director of this event. At the director's command, Alicia was carried out of the room, bound and gagged. They took her to a cage and put inside. The cage was closed behind her and locked. She was left alone in that room for several minutes until the door opened again, it was the woman in the kimono, who had just bought her.

The woman smiled at the sight of her new property and walked in, her heels clicking against the cement floor. She stopped in front of Alicia's cage and stood silently for a few minutes before speaking, "You should not blame me for this. Your current predicament is your husband's fault entirely." She had the slightest hint of an accent, "He crossed me too many times, and when I saw the chance for revenge, I snatched it away." She smiled coldly, "Don't be afraid. In a few hours we'll be out of this country, and headed back towards your new home. Where we'll make sure your husband knows exactly what I'm doing to you." She knelt down to look more fully at Alicia. The asian woman was notably smaller than Alicia was, but she had a much larger presence. She seemed to control a room the moment she entered it, and kept a stranglehold on anyone that would oppose that dominance.

"My name is Eriko, Tanaka Eriko. You Americans would say it Eriko Tanaka." She sneered, "But you will not call me by my name. You will address me as mistress. From now on, my word is law. My body is your temple and you will worship and honor it as such. You will serve me obediently, or suffer the consequences. Do you understand, whore?"

Once Eriko was satisfied with the answer, she left the room. She told the guards, "Have her brought to my plane and stored in the extra compartment with the cargo. Also, find the Honeypot who brought her in and give her a bonus. I am pleased with this acquisition."
 
As the speedo clad man entered the room, Alicia knew her days as a free woman were about to end. How could such a thing as this slave auction still function with all the crime watching nowadays?
But it did......as the man began reaching up to take the girl's wrists down from the hook, she tried to struggle, to wrestle her wrists out of his hands and somehow escape.
But the man was prepared and easily overpowered her, tying her hands behind her back and took her into the next room.

The next room was lined with empty wire kennel cages, the kind used to transport large dogs. When the girl swa the cage door open, knowing it was for her, she shook her head.
"MMMMMMPH!!!!"
Alicia managed to break free only for an instant, bunny hopping and falling to her knees. The man grabbed her and pushed her face first into the cage, forcing her inside. The cage was barely large enough to fit her, crouched over on her knees, hands bound behind her back and still gagged. She heard the cage door close and lock behind her.

She wasn't sure who she was madder at, her husband for indirectly causing this to happen or the mysterious woman tha bought her like a slab of meat in a butcher's shop.

When the asian woman came in and knelt down, explaining everything all the girl could do was nod in agreement....it wasn't as if she had any choice, not now anyways....and Alicia was right, it was her husband's fault....

Before long a door opened up and a van backed up into the room. The cage containing Alicia was loaded inside and they sped off.
She had no idea which airport they were heading to or where the final destination was.
The trip seemed to go on for hours, the driver and his assistant never looking back behind them. Finally Alicia could smell aircraft exhaust....
The sunlight was blinding, making her squint as the cage was loaded onto a luggage train and brought to a private plane. As the conveyor belt moved, the cargo handlers stared at the bound nude gagged and hunched over girl in the cage. They just laughed and stuffed it in the cargo section and before long they were airborne.
 
Alicia's cage wasn't in the normal cargo hold with the other luggage. Instead, she was brought farther forward into a special hold between the cargo area and the passenger area in the plain. This little spot was like the cargo hold in design and appearance, but the cabin was pressurized and heated so that Alicia wouldn't suffocate or freeze like she would in the normal cargo hold. She was locked down into place and left alone. This private plane left fairly soon after. They flew off into the night, taking the long journey out across the country.

The plane needed to stop every once in awhile and land to refuel. Whenever this happened, a masked woman would come from the front of the plane and let Alicia out of the cage. She kept Alicia standing for a few minutes and helped the slave to stretch her muscles and let blood flow a bit, before putting her back into the cage. Later into the flight, this woman would do this occasionally while the plane was still flying. The trip was overall uneventful and uncomfortable for Alicia. She wasn't fed, kept in a cramped space and only occasionally let out to stretch, even then she remained bound and gagged.

Somehow, she fell asleep and eventually awoke to find the plane felt like it had landed. It seemed to be slowing down. Soon, the plane came to a slow stop, and people began moving around outside. This time, Alicia was spared another journey in the cage. A masked man came in and pulled her out of the cage. He tossed her onto his shoulder and walked out of the cargo hold with her. The landing strip was empty, save for a black limousine waiting with a door opened. The man brought Alicia to the car and unceremoniously dropper her on the seat. The door closed and the car began driving.

"I trust you enjoyed your flight?" Eriko was already in the car, her legs crossed and a flute of champagne in hand. She smiled at Alicia, that same viper-smile she always seemed to have. "It's a long journey, America to Korea, but you seemed to suffer it well enough." She chuckled, "Yes. Welcome to Korea, Seoul to be exact. This isn't our final destination, but we'll be staying here a little while, until I know yoyr husband isn't going to try and mount and attack on me in my home or anything. I'd be happy if he did though. I'd love to see the look on his face when he sees you, getting group-fucked by the men he sent you rescue you."

The asian woman set down her champagne and pulled Alicia close. She sat right next to the bound slave and caressed her hand over the girls breast. "I was surprised these were fake. They just look so fitting on you. Like you were supposed to have them all along. Maybe it's some cosmic sign, you were made to be a whore." Eriko pinched one of Alicia's nipples and smiled again. Her hand left the white girl's breast and moved down to her thigh, "I never had a white girl before. Never wanted one, but when I saw you I was intrigued. When I saw your name, I had to have you."

She caressed Alicia's thigh. "You must be so scared, afraid that I might hurt you. But trust me, if you just behave and do as you're told... It will hurt much less than if you don't." Eriko looked out the window, Seoul passing them by, "Do you know? What I plan to do to you? Do you have any idea?"
 
Alicia looked around the cramped dark compartment....she could be by herself in there or have a dozen pieces of luggage around her, she couldn't tell.
Finally, a door opened, the sudden light making her blink....she tried to shield her eyes but the confines of the cage prevented excess movement.
A woman came in wearing some kind of face mask, as if Alicia could tell who the hell she was, even if she did care...which of course she didn't.

She could tell the plane had stopped, for how long or where they were, she had no idea and being gagged she couldn't ask.
The mysterious woman opened the cage door and helped her out. She was only allowed out for a few minutes, long enough to stretch her legs then the woman pointed to the cage.
"Back inside," was all she said. Alicia started sobbing....the last thing she wanted to do was to voluntarily crawl back in that damn thing....she shook her head and moaned.

"Get back in or I'll have to force you," she said, raising her hand.....Alicia got scared and got back on her knees, scooting into the cage...with hands bound behind her back it wasn't easy but she managed to get back inside, the door locked behind her.

They finally arrived.....somewhere....

A huge strong man entered the hold, pulled her out and literally flopped her over his shoulders like a sack of rice. He took her over to a limo, the door already open. She was placed on the floor of the car on her side, facing an asian woman already in the seat....it was the same asian that bought her!

KOREA!!!????
When the woman commented about being gang banged and future plans for her, Alicia panicked and struggled, this time even more helplessly than before....the man had tied her feet as well.
 
Alicia's struggling was ultimately for naught. Eriko just laughed, watching Alicia like she was a baby trying so desperately to escape their crib during nap time. But, soon Eriko got bored of the girl's struggling. She grabbed hold of Alicia's neck and held her against the seat. "Oh, stop complaining. Just behave and you won't receive more pain than is necessary." She one hand further down Alicia's leg to rub her inner thigh.

"You'll behave, girl. Because you serve now. You serve me, and whoever else I tell you to serve. Nobody is going to change that, especially not your little hubby." She moved her hand farther up Alicia's inner thigh, towards her pussy, "I heard you weren't too keen on your husband. At least enough that you cheated on him. With women no less, but I suppose it's for the best that you come to belong to a woman."

She pushed her hand up, her finger slowly rubbing at Alicia's clit, "You look good in ropes, and a gag. You'll make a fine submissive... Hell, even if you don't, I'll enjoy breaking you." She looked up, the car was starting to slow down. Eriko smiled to herself, then she fixed her gaze on Alicia, "Good news, slut. We're almost home. It's almost time for you to become a movie star." She slid her hand over Alicia's belly, "and time for me to start tormenting this lovely body."
 
"mmMMMPH!!" Alicia moaned through the gag as she stared wide eyed and helpless as the hand went up, finally arriving at the woman's pussy. She'd been with Jane and other women long enough that she loved the touch of a woman but this was no ordinary woman....this was an honest to God dominatrix, a kind of woman she had never experienced before. She tried to back away from the woman's reach but there was only so much room on the floor of a car, not to mention the fact she was bound and gagged.

Breaking her???.....movie star???
the only thing she did fully understand was the part when she heard she'd be tormented.....
 
The car soon came to a stop. The door opened and Eriko casually climbed out. She stepped aside and let another attendant pull Alicia out of the car. Once more, she was tossed over someone's shoulder, able to look around the garage of what must have been some kind of townhouse. Eriko gave a few curt orders in a language that was presumably Japanese, then spoke again in English explicitly to make Alicia nervous, "Take her to my dungeon, have her bound on her knees. Don't bother removing her gag. I doubt she has much to say just yet."

Eriko left one way and the person carrying Alicia went the other. He took her to a door and then opened it to a flight of stairs. At the bottom was a much larger, fiercer looking metal door with several locks and a keypad. Alicia was facing away from it and any attention to peek was met with a very hard smack to her ass.

The handler carried her into the room, it was certainly a dungeon. There were different mounts and strange devices around on the floor, all passed in leather. Chests of drawers, labeled in some Asian scripts, and workbenches with strange objects on them against the sides of the room. The walls were lined with leather straps and coiled ropes, paddles and whips. A few lights lit up the area well, and the smell of sex permeated the air.

Alicia was brought squirming to her knees and tied down using books in the floor and other furniture, she was on her knees, her arms pulled back and her neck pulled forward to keep her in and awkward position. The handler tied her down until he seemed satisfied, then obediently left. Once again, Alicia was bound and alone, in a strange new place.
 
Alicia was still finding it hard to believe everything that had happened to her in such a short time....kidnapped, sold into slavery, naked and caged, and now......here she was on the other side of the world!
She moaned and tried to struggle while a huge brute of a man picked her up far too easily, carried her bound and gagged body over his shoulder and brought her outside....
At first she was embarrassed that she was nude outdoors but she was in some kind of secluded, and most likely guarded compound. In her position slumped down she couldn't see the woman part company as she waqs carried down a flight of stairs and into what hat to be.......a DUNGEON?

But that's exactly what it was.....on the wall hung a variety of whips, chains with leather cuffs, crops and rows of coiled rope. Bondage and dungeon furniture with black leather padding was all around her.
Alicia was held down while she was put on her knees on the cold stone floor, her bound hands behind her, neck tied upwards by ropes anchored down to hooks on the floor.

As soon as the man left she began to wriggle and struggle....she HAD to escape....she had to get back and somehow take revenge on that evil, manipulative husband of hers. It was all his fault that she had ended up like this.....

At first she thought she waqs merely being held hostage for one of his double dealings but no......she was bought and sold. Whoever this woman was intended to keep her.....
 
As much as she might try, Alicia wasn't going to be getting out anytime soon. The knots were well tied and held her down in place with ease. Eventually, the door opened and Eriko walked in. She had a small black bag in her hand. The asian woman smiled down at Alicia, then set her bag down on the nearest workbench. She unzipped it and pulled out a tripod. Eriko set it up about ten feet away from Alicia, glancing at the new slave from time-to-time. She didn't speak to Alicia. In fact, if she hadn't kept looking at her, one would wonder if Eriko had forgotten about her altogether.

The tripod wasn't empty for long. Eriko moved back to the bag and pulled out a very expensive-looking camera. She set the camera up on the tripod and angled it at Alicia, "Now, you'll be the star in your own movie. It's called, 'Revenge'" She smiled softly and took out a mask from the bag. Eriko slipped it on over her face, it was a white half-mask in the shape of a fox, red markings flowed across the surface. "Let's begin."

Eriko turned the camera on and set it to record. She let it linger on Alicia for a few moments, then she stepped into frame. Her upper half cut-off because Alicia was on her knees. "Hello Mr. Williamson. I'm afraid your wife is a bit... Tied up, at the moment. But I'll be more than happy to speak for her." Eriko began slowly stroking Alicia's hair. "You have crossed the line too many times. I warned that vengeance would be swift and merciless, and now here you are. Your wife belongs to me now. She is my pet, my property, my slave. Until you respond to my message, I will send you videos of what I'm doing with my slave. I'll let you see how I humiliate and abuse what was once yours."

She moved down to her knees and put her arms around Alicia, "You'll watch as I turn her into an obedient pussy-licking whore, and I break her spirit into my perfect pet." She gave Alicia's breast a squeeze, fondling it on camera. "If you wish to save her... I expect five-million dollars and an apology. You have until midnight of the next Friday to deliver these things, do so and this one will be returned to you." Eriko slapped Alicia's breast, "But. Enough of that. I feel like playing with my new toy. Goodbye Mr. Williamson, I hope you like this view of my slave, because you won't be seeing it much longer."

She got up and turned off the camera. Eriko smiled and looked over at Alicia, "Good. Now, I think you'd beat start learning to satisfy your mistress's urges."
 
Upon seeing the camera, Alicia gave out a series of pleading moans, her eyes wide open with fear....she struggled, yanking furiously at the ropes, making sure her husband knew she wasn't enjoying any of this......

The asian was tormenting both her and her husband. She was being held for ransom!
If there was any good coming from this, it was when she heard the woman demanding the ransom money. She might not know everything about her husband's dealing but one thing she did know was that he was wealthy and that amount was fairly easy for him.
Alicia decided the best thing for her was to if not submit, at least put up with whatever this woman would do to her.
She knew her husband would put up the money to get his trophy wife back.
 
Alicia underestimated both Eriko and her own husband. The japanese woman has very deep dislike of Albert, and she jumped at the opportunity to take his wife and have revenge. Eriko had had enough of Albert Williamson and planned to get even, her own way. Whether Albert payed or not, Eriko had no intention of giving her new toy back. Alicia was hers now, end of story.

Eriko picked up a wand vibrator and walked back towards Alicia. She turned the camera on, and walked into frame. "You seem so tense, slut. I think you need to relax." She moved behind Alicia and dragged the vibrator over her bare back, "How can I start training you, if you're not wet." She kept down behind Alicia and reached around her. One hand slid the vibrator over Alicia's belly and towards her groin, the other began fondling her breast.

Eriko looked at the camera, "Watch, Williamson, as I make your whore wife moan louder than you ever could." She turned the vibrator on, then pressed it to Alicia's pussy. Eriko watched the buzzing toy drive Alicia wild. "This is the lowest setting. You're such a depraved whore, aren't you?" She pinched Alicia'a nipple, twisting it with her fingers. "This is just the beginning, just you wait, slut. I'm going to torture you until your hubby pays up." While she didn't say it out loud, Eriko thought, "and well after."
 
Alicia heard the click of the camera...her neck was being stretched, forcing her head up, making it almost impossible to turn and see behind her. She stared at the camera facing her, whimpering through the gag. Under any other circumstance being dominated like this would be a total turn on but not now. She was praying that Albert would send the money and get her out of this hell....one thing was for sure, as soon as she was released she was going to find that little cunt teasing bitch that set her up and beat the hell out of her.

Suddenly she felt something being rubbed gently over her back, then a hand creeping underneath her knelt over body....it reached her tits and was fondling her!
"MMMMMMPH.....MMMMMMPH!!!"
saliva dripping from her gag as the one hand played with her tits.....it was so warm soft and supple. It felt so nice but she had to fight off the feeling, to somehow deny herself the pleasure.

But then the device was pressed up tight against her pussy lips and the strong vibrations began to make her wriggle and squirm, moaning....she didn't want her husband to see what this woman was doing to her.....she couldn't let him know she was slowly starting to enjoy her torture.....
 
Eriko smiled. She looked up at the camera and nodded, "Look at her Albert. I think she likes it. She's clearly not even pressured by you. Your little dick can't give a slut what she needs. She needs a real fucking woman." Eriko smacked Alicia's breast, them immediately began groping it again. She turned the vibrator up, rubbing it against Alicia's pussy.

Eriko leaned in an kissed Alicia's neck. She moved up to her ear, "In a few moments, you'll be wet enough that I can get a nice little plug in your pussy and I can keep you on edge. Then I'm gonna start whipping you. For your husband to see nice and clear. I bet he'll love seeing my whore getting whipped like she needs." Eriko pulled the toy away and looked at the end. "Mm, it's completely covered in her nectar. I bet you never made this happen Albert." Eriko got up and went to the camera. She turned the recording off.

She looked back towards Alicia and smirked, "Mm, now. Let's get your plug in and then we'll start your whipping." Eriko wiped some of Alicia's juices off the toy, and sucked them off her finger. "Maybe if Albert drags his feet, I'll pierce those pretty nipples right on camera. Send him the video. Then if that doesn't convince him, I'll pierce your clit and let him watch it. That might send him a message. Would you like slut?"
 
Alicia had never felt so humiliated. She didn't know if the recording was being seen live by her husband or not....maybe this sadist of a woman was accumulating videos then sending them one at a time.
But even knowing he was watching made her feel so dirty......and aroused....

Alicia was trying her best not to give this women the satisfaction that she was so easily controlling her, but the wetness down between her thighs was rapidly giving herself away.
She winced as her tits were slapped then pain was replaced with forbidden pleasure as she felt the intensity in the vibe increase as it was being stroked over her pussy. Alicia groaned through her saliva soaked gag as the vibe worked it's magic....it wasn't inside her cunt, it didn't need to be.....by the time the woman pulled the toy away, it had a glistening sheen along the shaft.

"MMMMPH.....MMMMMPH...."
she groaned, shaking her head....no, the idea of having her sensitive nipples and even more sensitive labia being pierced disgusted and scared the hell out of her.....but she knew she was helpless, at the mercy of this asian sadist.
 
Eriko's wicked grin only widened as Alicia announced her reluctance. "Mm, then you've better hope your hubby is fast. Because I can already see you, my white slut with her lovely tits pierced. Just like the whore she will be. Just remember what I said. This is all your husband's fault. If he minded his fucking business, and his manners, you wouldn't be here."

One of Eriko'a henchmen came in, and the Asian woman gave him the SD card from the camera. The henchman put another one in the camera, then left. Eriko smiled. "That will be going to dear Albert. Express shipping, should still take a few days. That's a few days for me to enjoy you." She reached around Alicia and gripped her breasts again. "You are very sexy. Soft, supple skin. Beautiful figure. You'll make a very good slave for me. I've never owned a white girl, but I'm very excited."

She took a set of nipple clamps and clipped one onto Alicia's left nipple, then the other onto her right. "Mm, nice jewelry whore. It fits you well." She began taking Alicia out of the bonds. "Let's get you ready for your whipping." Eriko cuffed Alicia's wrists high over here head, then her legs to the floor. She picked up a whip and turned the camera on. "Hello again Albert. You're wasting time. You think I'm not serious. Let me show you how serious I am." Eriko uncoiled the whip and cracked it across Alicia's belly.

The Asian woman laughed and walked around her white slave, "Here. Let her tell you." She removed Alicia's gag, "Go ahead. Say anything you want to your precious husband, whore. Tell him how much of a slut you are."
 
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