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Perhaps the fastest growing criminal industry in the world, human trafficking is a lucrative and dangerous business and comes second only to the drug trade. The industry is reported to be worth billions of dollars, and affects men as well as women. Victims of trafficking are held against their will and often forced to perform a variety of services for their traffickers, otherwise they risk their death or the death of someone they know.

The sex trade is perhaps the worst form of human trafficking, where hundreds of thousands of women from all over the world are often lured into an area with the promise of work and are then forced them to become prostitutes or sold as sex slaves at private auctions to rich clients.

While most girls are taken from some of the most abject, gut-wrenching, hopeless countries in the world, victims can be exploited from any region... from any country... from any town...

At any time

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Paris - France​

It was on a warm afternoon that Emily and her older friend Michelle raced across the street and over to their hotel, each girl carrying more than a couple of shopping bags full of designer clothes and accessories. After all, why not? They were in Paris! The younger female couldn't help but giggle as the euphoria hadn't quite subsided yet, and Michelle was more than determined to let her friend experience all that the city had to offer. If the constant looks they received from some of the guys was any indication, their experience in Paris would be all that and more. Michelle knew that her friend was still a virgin, but now that Emily was eighteen she felt confident in being able to persuade her young padawan to give a little.

The high school senior certainly had a body to be proud of.

Long dark hair.

Olive skin.

Dark eyes.

Not to mention the perfect breasts any girl her age could possibly ask for. They were certainly more than a handful, and set against her toned body they seemed perhaps a touch larger than normal, but far from obscene. She worked hard to keep a flat tummy, and her ass was nice and tight, causing her jeans to appear more like a second skin than a simple covering. The pink tank top she wore was very form fitting, and scooped low enough to show off her impressive cleavage.

Tasteful but alluring.

Michelle, however, was all about curves, and she liked showing them off. Most of her clothes were meant to draw attention to her assets, but despite her provocative nature she wasn't a total slut.

She was... free. If throwing a wink or two could net them some extra goodies, then what was the harm is doing so? It worked on the cute concierge at their hotel, after all. Michelle probably wouldn't sleep with him, but she wouldn't exactly turn him away either.

The afternoon continued to drag on as the girls readied themselves for a night on the town, showering and fixing their hair while occasionally indulging themselves in a bottle of red wine. Michelle would poke her head out of the bathroom every so often and dance around with her younger friend, with both girls clad only in their underwear. Emily grinned as Michelle turned around and wiggled her butt a little, and the tiny bit of cloth that made up her panties had become wedged between her cheeks, making her ass stick out even more.

There was no need for them to rush getting dressed. They had more than a couple of hours to kill before they'd even think of heading out.

While Michelle retreated into the bathroom again, Emily began rummaging through her bags for her cellphone. She was supposed to call her parents earlier that day, but she'd gotten caught up in the rush of breakfast and shopping. With her back to the door, Emily leaned over her bed to grab at a few bags, trying to figure out which one she'd shoved her cell into.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Istvan

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Istvan had no illusions about the workings of the world. The strong preyed on the weak and gullible, plain and simple. This was the lesson he'd learned in the various Yugoslavian civil wars, fighting for Arkan as one of "Arkan's tigers". They had been the scourge of Bosnia, looting and raping wherever they went. Arkan himself had early on delegated the nabbing of women to Istvan, as he'd had a knack for sneaking and scouting out the most delectable females in refugee camps and villages.

Istvan had started smuggling women to western Europe as the war ground down to a halt. Albanian women, ex-yugoslavian women, indeed, any women from eastern europe were fair game and easy to sell off to brothels in the west. The women had been lured by promises of well paid jobs as secretaries, assistant nurses, dancers etc. They had been coerced or forced into prostitution with a false promise of freedom as soon as they earned enough to cover the expenses of getting them to the west. As the girls of eastern Europe got wise to the schemes of the trafickers, Istvan and his men shifted their focus to Africa and Asia to supply horny european men with young flesh.

Lately though, a new hidden market had emerged. Rich and powerful men with cravings for spoiled young brats from Europe, USA and other rich countries. The risk was greater, of course. More often than not, these girls had families in countries where the police wasn't as easily bribed as in the developing countries. But the pay for these women more often than not weighed up for the risks, with some being auctioned off for millions of dollars.

Istvan operated in Paris, a magnet for adventurous young women from all over the world. He supplied hidden brothels with girls from poor countries all over the world, and he had a wealth of informers in hostels, hotels, nightclubs and low rent apartment buildings to tip him off about likely candidates for abduction. One of his informants, a concierge in a hotel with reasonably priced rooms had just called to tell of a couple of american girls that might fetch a good price.

Istvan collected his crew of kidnappers. They had been with him during the Balkan war or had come recommended from contacts. Istvan demanded his men be ex-soldiers, as they understood the necessity of discipline regarding noise and use of force. He'd worked with a guy once who was nothing but a glorified serial rapist. That had been a mess he hadn't been eager to repeat in a hurry. This was business, not some sick sort of crime spree.

As Istvan and his crew pulled up in a large removal truck outside the hotel, the concierge was waiting for them. Dressed in moving men coveralls and carrying toolboxes, Istvan and his men climbed the stairs like they had every right to be there, accompanied by the concierge. They stopped in front of a room and the concierge gave a silent signal. Istvan and his men went to work, putting up signs about manual labour in progress. Then they silently unlocked and opened the door.

Istvan as teamleader went first. The sight that greeted him was of a young girl dressed in underwear only, her back turned to them as she rummaged in her purse. Moving like the shock troops they'd once been, Istvan's men entered the room as the concierge closed the door behind them. Istvan grabbed the young girl's right arm and twisted it forcefully behind her back, eliciting a cry of surprise and pain from her. He then placed his free hand over her mouth and nose, cutting off her airways as he hissed in guttural broken english: "Make any noise, we kill you."

He watched as two of his men entered the bathroom. A scream was cut short, and soon his two men were returning with another young woman also dressed in underwear, wriggling against her captors. His last man had started readying their kidnappers gear: syringes filled with sedatives, plastic strips, and hoods. The girl in his arms was trying to put up a fight, but she wasn't anything Istvan couldn't handle. Truth be told, he got off on feeling her young firm body squirming against him. But not to the extent that he forgot why they were here. They wouldn't be the first girls they'd break in. But this was neither the time nor the place.

 

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Emily was so focused on her task at hand that she didn't hear the soft click of the lock being opened from the other side, and besides, her young body was simply too engaged in swaying to the sound of music to bother stopping. All she was doing was keeping up with her own rhythm, but the curves of her body made even the most subtle movements seem seductive. She was like a cat, and her imaginary tail would sway in one direction while her tight ass would move in the opposite.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Emily blurted out as she pushed aside one bag to reach for another.

She was practically crawling up onto her bed by that point, but when she finally found the right bag she started to pull back, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, making the fleshy cheek of her ass stick out just a little bit. Just as she started to dig out her phone she felt a strong hand reach out from behind and grab her thin arm, and the strong fingers dug in painfully before twisting her arm back behind her. The young girl cried out sharply in pain, but her cries of shock and alarm were quickly muted when her assailant forced a hand against her smaller mouth.

Almost immediately the young female feared the worst. Although the man told her to keep quiet, Emily couldn't help but squirm in desperation. She was actually fairly strong for a girl her age, but nothing she seemed to do had any effect at all on the older man.

She was just a child... and he was a man of violence.

Her eyes remained opened wide with alarm, and through his hand she shrieked when she heard her friend Michelle also let out a cry of alarm from the bathroom.

"Mmmmmhmmm! Mmmrm!"

Emily whined into her assailant's hand while Michelle was carried out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. The older girl's breasts jiggled against her chest as she fought desperately to get free, and her fat tits practically threatened to spill out of her bra if she made any more sharp movements. When they saw what the men were preparing, both girls lost it. Tears began flowing freely down their cheeks, and they squirmed more desperately than before.

They did everything in their power to get free. They dug their nails into the arms holding them and they thrashed around as much as possible so that they could use their legs to kick at whatever they could possibly kick at. This wasn't a simple robbery. These men were preparing to kidnap them!

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Istvan's two men handling the girl from the bathroom, Dragan and Yosef, put her down, still holding her. They then grabbed each of her arms and forced her down on the bed with their combined weight. They placed a knee on each of her elbow joints and again placed their hands over her mouth as she continued struggling and weeping. Istvan signalled to Stefan, the man with the gear, to sedate her first.

The girl in his grip was beginning to be annoying, the way she tried to fight back. Istvan kept his hand over her mouth and pinched her nose shut with his thumb and index finger as he forcefully pulled her backwards so quick that she lost leverage with her feet. Then he hissed into her ear: "STAND STILL, or I will break neck like twig!" He gave her arm an extra painful pull to emphasize what he said.

Stefan and Yosef cooperated on getting a good vein exposed on the left arm on the girl from the bathroom. Then he with an ease born out of practice plunged the needle into her vein. Her continued struggling hurried the distribution of the powerful sedative, and she was out like a light in two minutes. She was then unceremoniously tied up and hooded.

The girl in Istvan's arms was still struggling. Dragan approached her and got hold of her free arm, stretching it out. Stefan approached with another syringe, trying to avoid her flailing legs. Istvan again choked off her air supply to weaken her. Stefan managed to find a vein and chuckled as he pumped the sedative into her as well. "It will be fun breaking these two in," he said quietly in Serb-Croat.

Istvan could only grin in reply. Such beauties with that much spirit meant hours, even days of entertainment for him and his men.

 

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Emily would have been pissing her pants, but she was too scared to do even that as the men grabbed her friend, hauled her out of the bathroom, and forced her down against one of the beds. They seemed to know the best way to keep her squirming from preventing them from doing their jobs. Michelle was just as terrified as her younger friend, and despite her desperate attempts to break free they held her down pretty good. The younger teen sobbed as she heard her friend whine in protest, and her heart broke as the men managed to get a good hold of her arm and inject her with some sort of drug.

Michelle's squirming worked against her.

It didn't take long for her to fall unconscious as the drugs in her system quickly took advantage of her weakened state.

Afraid for her own life, Emily remained as quiet as she could, but she couldn't completely stifle her whimpering, especially once the men approached her in turn. Her curvaceous young body squirmed this way and that, but they managed to get a good hold of her arm, and it wasn't long before she felt the sharp prick of the needle.

"It will be fun breaking these two in," one of the men said, though Emily couldn't understand a single word. It was a foreign language, but nothing like the Spanish that she'd picked up in school.

She tried to stay awake.

She couldn't fall asleep.

She didn't want to pass out.

But her eyes grew heavy.

Emily sobbed again, but eventually the sedatives proved too strong for her to resist. Her hands let go of her assailant and dropped to her side, and her dark hair fell down in front of her face as she passed out.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

The girl in Istvan's arms finally went limp. He put her down on the floor gently. "Wrap her up, guys. You know the drill," he said as he opened the door to the hall to check if everything was okay. The concierge was standing outside, giving him a thumbs up. No one had noticed the disturbance. He'd done good.

"Good call on those girls, my friend. Pretty and spirited, much as my client specified. Here's a little taste of what's to come." Istvan produced a wad of euro bills and counted out 5.000 euro for the concierge. As the concierge was about to grab the money, Istvan pulled them away and fixed him with a cold blank stare. "Do NOT go on a spree with these! Keep a low profile for a while. The police will be looking for these little sluts." The concierge nodded, his eyes never leaving the wad of cash in Istvan's hands. He produced their passports and gave them to Istvan. "They did not lock anything else up in the safe."

Istvan nodded and went back into the girls' room. The girls were tied, gagged and had hoods on their heads. Dragan and Yosef were bundling them into the carpet on the floor while Stefan thoroughly cleansed the room for their personal belongings, placing them in large black garbage bags. There was a knock on the door. The concierge had provided them with a wheeled laundry basket large enough for the girls and their belongings.

The girls wrapped in the carpet went in first, then the garbage bags on top of them. The concierge went over the room to see if Istvan and his men had forgotten anything, then they left the room with the girls and headed straight for the truck waiting outside. The whole operation had taken less than 15 minutes. Good. His men had reason to be proud of a job well done.

Istvan and Stefan went in the back with the basket to make sure it was safe throughout the long journey out of Paris. The sedative given to the girls would keep them knocked out for hours. They had set up base in an abandoned factory in a far off suburb of Paris called Valle des Bievres (Beaver valley), a name that struck Istvan as deliciously funny.

Pulling up to the cargo unloading area, they checked to see if the coast was clear. Then they went to work. Closing the doors behind them, the girls were unwrapped. Clad only in their underwear, they were real natural beauties. His men looked at them, pure unadulterated lust in their eyes. But breaking these bitches would take place when they were awake. For now, they were brought down into the basement and tied to two beds, arms and legs spreadeagled and tied off to the bedposts. The hoods stayed on.

They went through their belongings, separating valuables and things that could be sold off from things that had to be disposed of, like cell phones and passports. The girls were to disappear off the grid completely. The SIM-cards in their phones and their passports were incinerated and their phones wiped and dumped in the river. They took it in turn to keep watch outside the room, listening for signs of the girls waking up. It was Istvan keeping watch when they finally stirred.

 

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Michelle was the first one to wake up, but even as she started to stir, the drugs in her system continued to keep her from being able to move much. Her heavy breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, and she groaned more than a few times as life started to flow through her veins. The young female had no idea what had happened. One minute she was getting ready to put on some makeup, and the next thing she knew there were several men rushing her in the bathroom, grabbing her and forcing her out into the bedroom of her hotel room.

And they had Emily.

"Nnnnn," Michelle groaned again.

It was difficult for her to move, because of the drugs and because of the restraints. She was vaguely aware of an incredible darkness. Her eyes were still very heavy, but there was no mistaking it. Some sort of cover remained over her head. Was she blindfolded? Was it a hood?

It hurt to think.

On the other side of the room, Emily was just starting to wake up. She was experiencing the same effects of the sedatives that had been pumped into her system. It was very likely that the drugs would hold her down for at least another few hours, keeping in her an almost ecstasy-like state. She'd be somewhat responsive physically, but mentally she was like a zombie. Her ability to think and reason would have been retarded.

Like her friend Michelle, she was just a pair of tits and ass. The exact value of their bodies was still questionable, but with all knew merchandise an inspection would have to take place. The rarest of sex slaves, virgins, would be sold at a private auction, while the rest, depending on any number of factors, were usually broken down and forced to serve as prostitutes. The threat of violence was usually enough to keep them from running away, but for the rest they'd get them addicted to drugs.

Business.

Pure business.

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Emily's parents had stayed up quite a while for their daughter to call, but when the call never came they assumed she'd just forgotten and was too caught up in the European experience. Her mother couldn't help but worry, but they figured that she'd call at her earliest convenience.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Istvan entered the room with the tied up and hooded beauties. They were slowly stirring, grunting as they slowly woke up from the sedative Stefan had administered. After studying their passports, he knew that Michelle was the oldest of the two, with Emily having just turned 18. They were both young and attractive, though. In good health too, if the way they squirmed and struggled as they were kidnapped was anything to go by. They would fetch a good price, provided they passed a health inspection.

Standing in the room with the girls, Istvan produced a cellphone and called one of his contacts, french doctor with more than a few vices. His vices did not extend to girls, though. He gambled and drank and was deep in debt with Istvan's extended family in crime. He'd been used to patch up soldiers and to assess new merchandise like these girls. He could be trusted.

"Hello, Rene?" Istvan spoke passable french, but with a heavy accent. "Yes, I have a problem you might be able to help me with. Yes, same place as last time. Not on the phone! All right, see you in half an hour." He hung up. He entertained himself by stroking the girls all over their bodies with his hands, teasing them by sometimes touching their cunts and tits.

There was a sadistic streak in Istvan and his men, but their sadism wasn't about violence as much as it was about asserting control over women by any means possible. And although this was first and foremost business, there was nothing wrong with enjoying your work. Istvan went to wait for the doctor while Dragan, Yosef, and Stefan went downstairs to tease their captives. They'd been through this before and they knew just how far they could go before the exam. Istvan's men stroked the girls' skin, grabbed their tits, and slapped their flesh lightly to draw some colour and to see the young nubile flesh quiver under their palms. Their education about who was in control started now.

After 32 minutes there was a knock on the door, and Istvan cautiously peeked outside. Yep, their doctor had arrived. The doctor was a man in his mid-forties who clearly didn't believe in taking care of himself. What demons had brought this learned man to drink and gambling, istvan did not know. Nor did he care. The man was useful, plain and simple. Wearing a white shirt and a rumpled grey suit with no tie, the short doctor with the graying, untidy, and scruffy hair set about his task.

They removed the hoods from the girls' heads as the good doctor performed a full body exam. Istvan's men unceremoniously cut away their flimsy undergarments to allow the doctor full access to examine their bodies. He checked their pulse and blood pressure, he checked their eyes, he listened to their lungs. All the time, Istvan and his men helped. They held the girls' heads in vicelike grips when he examined their eyes, and were ready to force open their eyelids if need be. They held knives to the girls' throats and ordered them to be silent while he listened to their lungs.

"These are prime physical specimens and should fetch a good price," the doctor said in halting english. "Now I only need to check them for venereal diseases and then we should part ways."

Istvan looked the two girls over. The voluptuous Michelle alone would have been a good catch, but Emily... "We start with Michelle," Istvan said in english. He spoke in english to drive home the point that they were in charge and could do as they pleased with their new goods.

Yosef and Stefan grabbed each of Michelle's legs and pried them apart, leaving her exposed for everyone in the room. The doctor donned a pair of latex gloves and leaned in to examine the fleshy folds of her vaginal lips. Then he applied some lube and inserted his fingers into her vagina. He rummaged about inside her for a bit before withdrawing his fingers.

"This one is clean, but she's been used before. I still think you'll fetch a good price for her, though. Be easy when breaking her in. You remember what happened to those thai girls, yes?"

Istvan's stare turned to Emily. He and Dragan went to the young girl and pried her legs apart like Yosef and Stefan had done with Michelle. The doctor examined her private parts as well but stopped with a smile as he tried to enter her vagina with his fingers.

"You have scored a jackpot, my friend. This one is intact. She is still a virgin!"

Istvan looked at Emily and then looked at his men, a greedy smile spreading across his face. "Boys, we're rich!"

 

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Emily shifted on the bed when she thought she heard someone talking, but in her drugged-up state the voices and the words were so jumbled that she didn't know what was being said. It was like someone had put a pair of headphones on her ear and began whispering to her from across the room. Her eyes fluttered open and closed, but the hood covering her face kept her in perpetual darkness. Emily didn't know what was happening. She felt like falling asleep again... it would have been so easy to do so.

Then she felt a hand.

She couldn't keep it from exploring her.

She was so very tired.

Someone was touching her. Exploring her. Molesting her. In her drug-induced haze, Emily couldn't really object. She just felt it. Felt it against her pussy... felt it touching her breasts through the bra she was wearing. Was she still wearing it? It was difficult to tell without actually seeing with her own eyes. After a while the touching stopped, but she could still feel the tingling in her limbs. Her body, with the mind cut off, had responded favorably to the probing.

Michelle experienced the same sensations.

The same violations.

Both girls were left lying on their beds for a short while, at least until Istvan's men decided to come down and have some fun with them. Emily and Michelle both let out soft gasps as the men danced their fingers against their skin, and they responded even louder when their hands grabbed at their breasts, squeezing them through their underwear. No matter how much Emily and Michelle wanted them to stop, they just couldn't muster up the strength to say so. The older girl's breasts seemed on the verge of popping out of her bra as the men grabbed her chest, and both fat tits jiggled and wobbled as they were let go, only to shake just a little bit more as she felt their fingers work their way down towards her crotch.

Her body responded favorably... even to their light slapping.

It knew what was happening... even if she didn't.

But then that was rather the point.

It wasn't her body anymore.

Emily and Michelle were somewhat aware of more voices entering the room, but even when their hoods were drawn back they couldn't really comprehend what was happening. Their eyes were glazed over, and more than a little red from crying, but they otherwise revealed nothing about what was going on inside their heads. Everything happened in a blur. Faces moved in and out, but no one was recognizable. As the doctor began inspecting Michelle's pussy, the young girl could hardly see over the swell of her chest while he fingered her cunt, drawing out her sweet juices to mix with the lube he'd applied moments earlier.

The same could not be done to Emily.

As nice of a girl as she was... she had never really parted her legs for anyone.

And this was her reward.

Even the doctor seemed pleased with his findings.

Emily had no idea what they were talking about. Their voices seemed to grow louder, but they made no sense. They seemed happier, but their mirth caused her inner turmoil.

"Nnnn," the poor bitch mumbled, and her head finally turned to the side far enough that she could see Michelle, who was being groped again by some of the men. This time her bra had been ripped away from her chest, leaving her fat chest exposed.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

The breaking in of the new bitches started now. The doctor left a stack of morning after pills and syringes prefilled with sedatives based on the perceived body weight of the girls. The sedatives were of varying strength, depending on need. Istvan ordered Stefan to get the vibrator and to apply it to Emily's clit but to not penetrate her.

Istvan ordered Dragan and Yosef to hold Michelle's legs as he unzipped his pants and climbed into her bed between her legs. He looked her over, her breasts undulating as she breathed, her body squirming slightly at the touch of him and Dragan and Yosef.

Istvan jammed two fingers inside her snatch, marveling at the moistness he found there. "Oh yeah, you really like this. Don't you, bitch?" He fingerfucked her roughly for a few minutes while rubbing her clit with his other hand. Then he withdrew his glistening fingers from her pussy and chortled: "I think she'd ready, boys."

Then he entered her and started fucking her roughly, her slick walls caressing his throbbing cock as he plunged inside her over and over again. "This is a great fuck, guys," Istvan moaned. "We will have to try to break her in gently. Let's turn her over."

Istvan pulled out of Michelle and helped Dragan and Yosef to untie her. They tied her hands together in front of her and pushed her down on the mattress, face down and butt up. Her legs were spread and tied off to the footposts while her tied hands were secured to the headboard.

Istvan positioned himself behind her while Dragan tried to force her mouth open. "Open up and suck my cock, bitch!" As Istvan again plunged inside her, he looked over towards Emily. He continued fucking Michelle from behind while trying to gauge Emily's reaction to seeing her friend being taken by a complete stranger.

 

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Emily squirmed only a little as the drugs coursing through her system started to weaken, but she was far from able to control her own movements. The only thing she could do when Stefan came over to stimulate her with a vibrator was wiggle around a bit on the mattress. Her cheeks became flushed pink with embarrassment, but the worst part was she couldn't stop it from feeling good. Even if she didn't want to admit it, her body was more than receptive to the prodding of the electronic device.

It was done completely against her will... but the drugs took care of that little problem. Her will didn't matter anymore.

Neither did Michelle's.

Out of the corner of her eye, Emily watched as a few large shapes swarmed around and climbed up onto her friend's bed. Michelle was still pretty doped up, but bits and pieces of what was happening came to her in waves. She saw them approach her body, reaching towards her skin to fondle and caress her. Soon they had her legs spread nice and wide, and Michelle let out a soft whimper as one of them jammed his fingers into her pussy. She squirmed almost as much as the fingers wiggling around inside her did, and her glazed eyes became wet with tears as she was subjected to their perversions.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

Michelle was powerless to stop him as he came down against her, spreading her wet lips with his hardened cock to push deep inside. He started fucking her like an animal, rutting down into her harder and harder, using her for his own gratification. Michelle's heavy breasts jiggled back and forth against her chest as she was raped, but after a few minutes he pulled out of her, leaving her body turned on but empty.

Her breathing had quickened to match his pace earlier, and now her tits were really heaving against her chest.

But they tied her down.

Treated her like a piece of meat.

Head down and ass up.

It was completely degrading.

The older girl felt Istvan plunge into her again, this time fucking her doggy style. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, along with the sound of light sobbing and sniffling as tears began streaming down their cheeks. Michelle whined softly as one of the other men grabbed her face, turning her head to the side so that he could use her mouth to stimulate his cock. It was no use holding out. She couldn't summon enough strength in her jaw to shut him out, and soon she was choking on his fat dick.

"Ggggrrrrrk," she gurgled as throat-spit began leaking out from her lips.

Even though she wasn't a virgin, Michelle's pussy gripped Istvan's cock tightly, but coating him with her own juices to make the penetration just a little bit easier. She felt his strong hips slamming against her butt, causing her fleshy cheeks to bounce back and forth a little.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Istvan pumped in and out of Michelle like a piston. His pace was relentless and unforgiving. Her young cunt was gripping him and milking him with its slick and moist walls, and it wasn't long before Istvan started to feel the familiar tightening in his scrotum. Not wanting to impregnate and damage his goods, he pulled out just before he came and shot loads of his cum up her back, He nodded to Dragan, and they changed places.

Dragan sank inside her and started fucking her with the same relentless pace that Istvan had maintained. Istvan grabbed Michelle's hair and lifted her head up, looking her straight in the eyes. "I want you to clean your filth off my cock, bitch! Go on, lick it clean." He looked down at her tearstreaked face, saliva hanging in strings from her mouth. As she reluctantly did as she was told, Istvan continued: "This is all you're good for now, bitch. We own you, and we decide if you live or die. Serve us and your next owners well, and we will spare your life. You live only as long as you're useful to us."

Her tongue worked its magic on his cock and he quickly grew hard again. He thrust his cock inside her mouth and started fucking it hard. He held her by her hair and would thrust so hard and deep that she started gagging. If she tried to bite down he slapped her. If she tried to close her mouth, he slapped her. If she wanted to stop because she was gagging, he slapped her. The little bitch was in no position to deny him anything. All the while, Dragan fucked her senseless while slapping and pinching her butt.

Dragan pulled out and spurted his cum all over Michelle's back, adding to the messy goop left by Istvan. Istvan was still fucking her mouth as he and Dragan started chanting "Yosef, Yosef, Yosef". Yosef wasn't as well endowed as Dragan and Istvan, so he was perfectly suited to break in the anal orifices of the girls. He positioned himself behind Michelle and initially fucked her cunt like Istvan and Dragan before him. He started prodding her anus with his thumb. He quickly inserted it and started manipulating her sphincter to widen it so she could receive him.

Meanwhile, Dragan had walked over to Emily and demanded that she lick him clean. The same procedure applied here: if she made any sort of trouble or protest, she would be slapped. As she was lying on her back, he could either slap her face or her breasts. Dragan also took over the vibrator so Stefan could enjoy Michelle as well when Yosef was finished.

Yosef felt he had widened her sphincter enough to receive him. He applied a dollop of lube to her anus before pressing into her without any warning. Her scream of pain sent Istvan over the top as he shot his second load inside her mouth.

 

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The drugs coursing through Michelle's body weakened further, allowing the young female to really feel what was happening to her. And not just feel... but truly comprehend the situation. Istvan was fucking her hardcore, and the sound of his strong hips connecting with her ass filled her ears. The constant and rapid penetration was incredibly painful despite her wetness, and the way her claimed her made it perfectly clear that this was about his pleasure and not hers. He was using her. Hard.

Michelle continued to gag as the other man used her mouth in the same relentless fashion, using her tight throat to squeeze and stimulate his cock.

"Grrk! Grk! Hrrk! Grk! Grk! Grk!"

Her throat spit began leaking out onto the mattress, splattering against her chin and even the man's crotch. He only pulled out of her face once Istvan had built up enough momentum to be able to cum, but his seed landed on the small of her back rather than inside her.

Not that that was any less humiliating.

The men switched placed after a moment, and once again Michelle was subjected to their degrading taunts and gestures. Her eyes were red and wet with tears, but it didn't do her any good.

They pounded away at her.

Used her.

It hurt... physically and mentally.

The worst was yet to come, however. After the second man emptied his load on her back as well, a third man had been called over to enjoy her as well. While he started off inside her sore pussy, his constant prodding and pushing against her anus would widen it enough so that he could try to force his cock inside her. Pain unlike anything she'd ever experienced before shot through her body, and as she screamed she felt Istvan's cock jerk and spasm inside her mouth, flooding her throat with his hot cum. The salty and white cream he dumped inside her mixed with her own throat spit, which continued to leak out of her mouth and onto the mattress beside her face. She really looked like a whore, covered in sweat and smelling like sex.

Emily wasn't doing too much better, but at least she was still untouched.

At least her virginity was, at any rate.

Her cheeks were a bit red from being slapped, as were her juicy tits. Dragan had taken over using the vibrator on her, but even he couldn't resist a sampling of her impressive mounds. They weren't as large as Michelle's, but they were still more than a handful, and the young girl squirmed as she felt him take one of her breasts into his hungry mouth. Emily was still pretty weak, so she couldn't tell him to stop. She could only lie there.

She heard the slurping.

She felt him squeeze them painfully.

Slap them hard and get them to bounce around against her chest.

Emily cried hard.

Michelle was being brutally raped, and she was powerless to stop it.

She wanted to go home.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Istvan finished shooting his wad in Michelle's mouth, then used the remains of her flimsy undergarments to wipe off his cock. Yosef was still going at it, fucking her tight little asshole, loving how her sphincter clamped down so deliciously every time he spanked her. Stefan, the monstercock of the crew, started fucking Michelle's mouth. Istvan looked at her horrified expression as Stefan forced his way inside her. "We save you the best for last, little girl," Istvan said, a gloating and lecherous smile on his face.

He loved breaking in and taming these spoiled bitches. They'd had it so easy in their lives, and they needed an education on what the real world was like. But the deal was that any virgin was not to be broken in the same way used girls were. They had several rich potential clients that yearned for a girl that would be tamed by them.

As Michelle was ravaged by Yosef and Stefan, Istvan walked over to Emily and pushed Dragan aside. Dragan continued manipulating her with the vibrator as Istvan grabbed her by the hair and forced her to watch as his men violated Michelle. He leaned in and whispered in her ear: "You see what we do to slut Michelle? You are lucky to be virgin. If you were not virgin, we would do same to you as we do to slut Michelle."

He turned her head and forced her to look him in the eyes. "We own you. get used to it. Your passports -pfft!- gone. Your mobile phones -pfft!- gone. You are disappear. No one know where you go." He paused for effect while Dragan continued manipulating her clit and cunt with the vibrating device. Then Istvan stood up and collected his dagger. Returning to Emily, he placed the flat side of it on her throat as he continued: "If you give any trouble, we kill you. Slowly. If you try get out, we kill you. If you try disfigure yourself, we kill you. You cost much to kidnap, but we expect good price for you both. Especially you, Emily."

Yosef convulsed and came hard in Michelle's ass. He cleaned off his cock and took his place at her mouth, forcing it open to receive him again. Stefan took his position behind her and inched his massive 10-inch cock inside her, stretching her pussy as he did so. "Oh, this is a sweet ride," he exclaimed in english as he started pumping in and out of her in earnest.

 

[wintersfanatic]

Michelle had a difficult time swallowing all the cum that Istvan dumped inside her mouth, and what didn't make it down into her belly began gushing out from her lips, dripping down towards her chin and then onto the mattress below her face. She looked like a filthy whore, especially when her tears slid down her cheeks and ruined her makeup. She couldn't help but cry out in pain as Yosef continued to rape her ass, rutting into her anus as if she were a bitch in heat. It hurt like hell, and she was almost certain that she was going to split apart if he continued for much longer.

Having her ass spanked each time he slammed into her didn't help her case either.

Her fleshy cheeks were nice and red, and almost certain to bruise in the morning from the constant abuse. The young female let out a pitiful whine of protest as Stefan approached her face, grabbing her jaw and pinching it painfully so that his cock could force its way into her mouth. His cock was the largest she'd ever seen or tasted, and it easily and quickly found its way towards the back of her throat, stuffing her completely.

"Grrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkk," she gagged, and even more throat-spit began leaking out from her mouth to coat his hard shaft.

"Grrk! Grrk! Grrk! Grrk! Hrrrk! Grrrk!"

A significant bulge formed in her throat from where Stefan's cock penetrated her, and it might have seemed like he was attempting to reach her stomach with his dick. Stefan and Yosef were going at her faster and faster, using her tight holes to pleasure their cocks. They way they violated her meant that she'd suffer, but her pain was their pleasure. She could hear them insulting her.

Degrading her.

Objectifying her.

She was a slut. A whore. Fuckmeat. Bitch. Cockwhore.

Emily was crying just as hard as Michelle was, even though the men didn't ravage her like they did her friend. They threatened her, warned her about what would happen if she didn't behave. She whimpered softly, feeling the sharp blade against her neck, but it didn't cut into her. She wanted to scream for help, but it wouldn't do any good. She had trouble finding her voice.

She was helpless.

When Yosef finally came in Michelle's ass, his hot seed flooded her anus, then began leaking out as he and Stefan switched places. They continued to double-team her, only this time Michelle felt Stefan's massive cock slamming up hard against the entrance to her womb. His heavy balls slapped against her from below as he rutted her viciously, spreading her lips apart and slamming in hard and fast.

Michelle couldn't take much more of it.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Yosef was the rabbit of the crew. He came quickly but got hard again disconcertingly fast. He raped Michelle's mouth, treating her like the others had treated her, controlling her head by pulling her hair. There was no mercy and no letup. As he felt the tension build inside of him, he pulled out and sprayed his cum on Michelle's face. He leaned down and whispered "so you not choking on it" before he let go of her with a throaty chuckle.

Stefan could feel Michelle's uterus with the tip of his massive cock. He pounded into her like there was no tomorrow, a quick and rhytmic *slap-slap-slap* the cadence of his violation of her as he sank his massive tool inside her again and again. She was slick, moist, and tight, and Stefan couldn't hold it back. He quickly pulled out of her and added his sperm to the slick mess covering her back.

Dragan, on orders from Istvan, switched off the vibrator and removed it from Emily's pussy. Istvan cut the ropes tying her to the bed and, with help from Dragan, pulled her to her feet. After tying her hands behind her back, they dragged her across the room and stopped in front of the quivering mass she knew as Michelle. Dragan covered the exit just in case Emily tried something stupid.

Istvan pointed at Michelle. "You see what we do to slut Michelle, Emily? We show her who is boss. You we will not touch. But you will obey. Do anything wrong, we punish Michelle."

Istvan leaned down and shouted in Michelle's ear: "MICHELLE! If your friend Emily do something wrong, we will fuck you hard like we just did. We will train you to become good whore, Michelle. Emily we will sell to a rich man wanting to break in virgin girl."

He turned to his three men and nodded at Michelle: "Clean her up. And give morning after pill. In case." Emily, still naked, was frogmarched back to her bed and told to lie down. Istvan tied her feet together and left her hands tied behind her back. He found a rough woolen blanket and covered her with it.
"I hvae told you what will happen when you break big rules. If you break small rules, like answering back without given permission or acting petulant or disobeying ANY command from me or my men, we will either spank you or withhold your food. We will also teach you to please man with your mouth. Disobey us and... you know. Do you understand, Emily?"

The question was a trick. He had not said she had permission to speak. If she answered him he would tear away the blanket and slap her tits.

Meanwhile, Yosef and Stefan had carried Michelle into what was euphemistically called the bathroom. There were shackles along the wall and a drain running alongside the wall. There was also a powerful hose. After shackling Michelle to the wall they turned the hose on her, chuckling at her discomfort. After they had cleaned her up they brought her back and tied her in the same manner they'd tied Emily.

 

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"Grrk! Grrk! Grrk! Grrk!"

Emily winced as she listened to Michelle being violated over and over, but there was no escaping the horrible sounds that filled the room. The older girl could feel Yosef's heavy balls slapping her chin, but then he pulled out and emptied his load onto her face, painting her like a cheap whore. All so she wouldn't choke...

As if she should thank him for it.

Michelle had no time to relax. Stefan was using her cunt to jerk off his cock, and the sound of his strong hips crashing against her ass filled the room. He was really using her for all she was worth, sinking his cock into her repeatedly and causing her plump ass to bounce off his dick. It wasn't long before he was cumming, pulling out just in time to shoot his load off onto her back. She collapsed onto the mattress as Stefan finally pulled away, and her entire body twitched from the harsh gang rape she'd been forced to endure.

She was still conscious, though. Her eyes were glazed over a bit, and absolutely soaked with tears, but she was still awake.

Exhausted.

Spent.

Used.

She needed rest.

She wanted to die.

Michelle made very few sounds as she was carried out to be cleaned up a bit. Their idea of a bath was nothing short of torture, but at the very least she wasn't coated in their spunk anymore. Her tanned flesh would certainly bruise, but the discolorations would fade away eventually.

Emily, meanwhile, was returned to her bed and tied down again, only this time a coarse blanket was used to cover her delicate curves. The drugs that the men had administered to her back in the hotel had worn off for the most part, so she was actually able to comprehend and even respond to their prompts. But their messages had hidden meanings that even she couldn't pick up on right away. When they asked if she understood, Emily couldn't help but say yes. She didn't want them to hurt her, so she nodded her head as more tears streamed down her young face.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Emily nodded, but did not speak. This was a good sign. Istvan almost tenderly grabbed her face and looked her in the eyes. "Clever girl, Emily. I will have to look out for you." He watched impassionately while Michelle was dragged back to her bed and tied up again.

Istvan and his men dressed. He stood in the middle of the room after putting his clothes on, hands confidently on his hips. "Now you little bitches know where you stand. Emily, you will tell Michelle of rules. If she break any rule we will punish her for breaking it and we will punish YOU, Emily, for not having told her of the rules."

Dragan and Yosef forced a "morning after" pill in Michelle and made her swallow it by clamping down on her mouth and stroking her neck gently. The girls were then given the opportunity to drink from water bottles with straws.

Istvan continued: "Now we have been harsh to you, to show you who is in charge. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you no longer exist. Get used to it. Now here is carrot for you: If you do as we tell you, if you obey us, and if you manage to turn into little whores we know you are, we will reward you. Better accomodations. Even clothes. If you upset us or break rules in new accomodations, we move you back here. Now, I want you to sleep on this. Think it over. Maybe consider that you must make best of new situation."

He watched as Michelle was tucked in with the same kind of rough woolen blanket they'd draped Emily with. Dragan drew the shortest straw and had to take first shift as the rest of the crew went to sleep after discussing their new merchandise. Right now, the girls were terrified. Istvan preferred to keep it that way. Istvan and his crew slept through the night, changing guard every two hours. They checked in on the girls twice an hour all through the night.

The morning after, and Istvan and his men had breakfast. When they'd eaten their fill, they went down to the girls. After checking that they were awake and okay, Istvan again spoke: "I am guessing you are hungry. We have food. But you will have to work for food. Any girl giving sexual favour will eat. Any girl not giving sexual favour? She will be beaten and we will try again at lunch. Now, who want breakfast?"

 

[wintersfanatic]

Emily had lost all track of time while they remained locked up in that room, but what may have only been a week seemed more like an eternity. Her mouth was a bit sore, but her pain and suffering was mild compared to what Michelle had to go through. Because of her age and looks, anyone wanting to have sex with Michelle had to pay a decent price, but they took full advantage of her body when they did. The line of customers waiting for their turn didn't seem to end.

For the most part it was one at a time.

Every so often there would be two cocks ravaging her wholes.

It was difficult to get any rest... hearing her friend cry in pain.

Hearing her choke and gag.

Hearing them slap her and spank her.

Hearing them curse and degrade her.

Bitch. Whore. Cunt. Fuckmeat. Cumdump.

And those were just the words that they spoke to her in English. They really seemed to enjoy American girls. After one particularly brutal session, Michelle had been fucked so hard that she couldn't move a muscle. Emily saw her just lying there, her eyes glazed over and her mouth hanging open. She could have been dead for all Emily knew. But, not more than a few hours later, and another man was pounding away at her, fucking her harder and harder just to watch her tits bounce around. His rough hands slapped away at her chest, then at her face and ass.

Her reward was a pat on the head, then another harsh slap to the face.

Her body had made quite a bit of money.

With most of the young whores, drugs were used to keep them docile.

To tame them.

Take away their pain.

Michelle had never done anything too outlandish in all her life, but now?

She wanted it. She knew she couldn't escape, so there was only one other option. She begged her traffickers for something to take away her suffering. Sweat and cum coated her tanned body, and it dripped from her holes as she looked up from her dirty mattress.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

After a couple of weeks, they had crushed Michelle's spirit. Istvan and his men, fuelled by viagra, had fucked her senseless the first couple of days after her capture. Then they had sent out the word to the underworld that they had new merchandise in need of breaking in. Trusted clients at bordellos were discretely taken aside and told about a delicious young female in need of a good fuck. Thugs, thieves, pimps, they all showed up and filled Michelle's holes with their cocks. She was the cumbucket of the week, the newest flavour in town.

It was after an impromptu party, where Michelle was tied to the bed in the doggy position and fucked repeatedly, that she asked for drugs. Defeat was in her eyes as she finally knew her place in the world. She was fuckable meat, nothing more. She lived or died on the whim of her captors. She begged for drugs to numb her senses, to take the edge off her misery. It was the moment Istvan had been waiting for.

He walked over to Michelle and looked at her sweaty cumdrenched tearstreaked face. Her eyes were downcast and she was quietly sobbing. "You want drugs, Michelle? You want to take away the pain and the humiliation?" His voice was calm, almost soothing. "I can give better than that, Michelle. I can give you bliss, the best feeling in the world." A wry smile. "Better than sex, so they say. Would you like that, Michelle?"

She looked up at him and nodded as her face again contorted and sobs wracked her body. "Ssshh! Michelle, it is okay. I will take you to decent shower now. Here, let me untie you." He gently freed her from her bonds and helped her to her feet. He guided her out the room, smiling quickly as he saw a scowl cross Michelle's face as she looked at Emily, still lying in bed, lightly sedated.

He led her upstairs and let her have a shower and a shampoo for ten minutes. When it was over, he led her down to her bed that in the meantime had got a new mattress with sheets, a real pillow and a proper soft blanket. A small table and a chair had been placed in the room and, Istvan sat down. On the table was a syringe with heroin.

"Now Michelle, you probably have heard of heroin, yes? It does not come cheap." He fixed her with his gaze. "There is one way, and one way ONLY I will accept payment from you for this." As he spoke, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-stiff cock. He nodded at his dick, and Michelle didn't hesitate. She walked towards him and kneeled in front of him. sitting between his splayed legs. She grabbed his cock and started masturbating him. "You know better than that, Michelle," Istvan said. She nodded demurely and started licking his shaft and the head of his dick before she tentatively put it in her mouth.

"Use your tongue if you want to please me, slut!" As she slowly started fucking his dick with her mouth, her tongue twirled around his shaft and the head. "Oh, you are a good little cocksucker, aren't you? Are you my cocksucker, slut?" She nodded and grunted, his dick still in her mouth. "Good." On her own initiative, she used her free hand to cup and caress Istvan's balls. "Don't use hands on my dick, slut. Only mouth." She did as she was told. "Deeper." She went so deep she almost gagged. "Stroke my skin with your free hand." She gently caressed his stomach, his chest, and his thighs with one hand as her other hand still caressed his scrotum as she continued sucking and licking him.

Once or twice he had to pull her hair as she got eager and her teeth got in the way. But by and large it was an enjoyable blowjob. "Are you ready to drink my cum, slut?" Michelle nodded and grunted "M-hm", as Istvan felt the twinge and spasming that heralded his orgasm. And then he sprayed her mouth full of his sperm. Michelle did her best to swallow it all, but something caught in her throat and she started coughing. Some of what she coughed sprayed on his dick and she eagerly licked it off as she apologized.

Istvan grabbed the syringe and led her to her bed. He sat her down and prepared the syringe. She looked on the preparations with greed in her eyes, and she was almost tearful when Istvan grabbed hold of her arm and plunged the syringe into one of the larger veins.

The effect was instantaneous. She collapsed like a ragdoll. Istvan put her to bed and covered her with the blanket.

The next week they conditioned her to do more and more sexual favours for a single fix.

 

[wintersfanatic]

Michelle had gotten very little rest since she and her friend Emily had been abducted from their hotel room, and she only rested after the men had fucked her so many times that she simply blacked out. At first she would whimper in protest as another cock lined up to abuse her holes, but after a few weeks she stopped vocalizing her protests. The pain had become too horrible to even cry over. She was hurting emotionally as well as physically.

Some of the men pumped their seed into her ass and mouth, but now and then they're unload everything they had into her cunt.

Emily didn't want to look, but she'd be forced over and over to see what was happening to her closest friend.

Hear her choke and gag on another hard cock.

Hear the men grunt and groan as they emptied their balls into her.

It broke her heart.

The younger teen watched as the men broke her friend, but she never expected Michelle to turn on her. Michelle had finally turned to drugs to make the pain go away, but it was only masking the real pain she was feeling inside. She turned her anger and resentment on her best friend, thinking that the younger teen maybe felt that she was better because she wasn't being fucked left and right. It didn't matter that Emily was drugged up and violated orally. It didn't matter that the young teen would be sold off like cattle.

Michelle hated her.

So she turned to drugs.

When Emily was finally picked up to be transported to the auction inside the city, all Michelle could think about was getting her next fix. She wanted and expected heroin, but she was too stupid to realize that they'd started giving her the cheaper shit. It wasn't cost-effective to give her the good stuff.

After she'd gotten one of her latest fixes, a real fat fuck came down to enjoy her. He was the kind of guy that Michelle would never have even thought about screwing, even if they'd been the last two people on Earth, but now she didn't really think about that. He'd paid for her body, and he'd be able to use her to his heart's content.

Starting with her tits.

His disgusting mouth latched onto her breasts and gave them a good work-over, and they jiggled against her chest as he slapped them and squeezed them. He told her how he wished he could just rape a girl like her back in the U.S., but for now he'd just enjoy her. Enjoy kissing her. Molesting her.

It wasn't long before he was fucking her mouth.

"Grrk! Grrk! Grrk!"

The taste of his dick was overwhelming, but she suffered through it. She knew that it wouldn't be long before she could get her next fix.

That was all that mattered.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Istvan sat in the back of the van, watching the lightly sedated form of Emily. She was tied and gagged and completely naked, lying on a mattress. She had finally succumbed to oral training and had grown into a fine little cocksucker indeed. The drive was uneventful and dull. The back of the van was warm and uncomfortable, and dust seeped in from outside.

There had been some stories in the papers about missing girls, and Michelle's and Emily's pictures had sprung up once or twice. But the gendarmerie hadn't been anywhere near Istvan's operation with their razzias and inquiries. Istvan knew that discretion was paramount if you wanted to survive, and so he never advertized openly like some fools did.

The van slowed down and did a series of sharp turns, telling Istvan that they were close to their destination. Then the van stopped and reversed and swung. The light coming in from the dusty rear window disappeared to be replaced by cool shade. Yosef opened the door and they carried Emily between them to the doctor who examined the goods before the auction. When they told him she was a virgin he looked incredulous, but a quick probe confirmed what they told him. He looked her over and nodded approvingly.

"You have done well. A young virginial beauty such as her will fetch a very good price. And tonight you are in luck, my friend. We have a drug baron and two saudi princes here to bid for young flesh. What more can you tell about her?" Istvan told of her origin and that she had had some oral training. "Ah! American, eh? I think the saudis will really like that!"

They fastened a slavecollar around her throat. Running down from the collar were two chains with manacles. They placed her hands in the manacles and made sure they were behind her back. They then used spreader bars on her legs, to show off her intact hymen. Istvan had personally seen to it that she was clean shaven between her legs and that she smelled nice.

Before the auction they were given a stand where potential customers could view the merchandise up close. Emily was unceremoniously bent forward and back while customers poked and stroked and pinched her young flesh. Istvan had to warn people several times not to touch or invade her pussy, as much of the selling point (except for her natural beauty) was her intact maidenhead.

Emily wasn't the only merchandise on display. There were girls and boys in various state of undress on display, though mostly girls. Some were tied and gagged, protesting wildly as customers prodded and tested them, while others didn't even have the collar Emily wore. The latter more often than not had the faraway look in their eyes of someone drugged. Thais and filipinas were predominant, but there were also eastern european girls, some of which Istvan could have sworn he'd seen before. The only real competition to Emily was a fiery redhead from Ireland. She was secured and gagged, and she still put up a struggle and screamed in protest at her treatment. But she was not a virgin.

A somali man dressed in a fine suit approached them. He looked Emily over with an approving nod, but balked when he saw she was a virgin. Istvan, ever the merchant approached the man. He was a fat bald man, wearing sunglasses even indoors, and he had a light sheen of perspiration on his head and face. "What is the matter my friend? You don't like virgins?" Istvan asked. The somali looked at Istvan. "I am looking for a treat for my clan soldiers in Somalia. I promised them a white woman this time, preferably an american like yours. But a virgin? My friend, too expensive. Especially with saudis in the bidding."

Istvan smiled. "Well, you are in luck, my friend. I have another american girl stashed away. She's earned me some good money from the rapecrowd, but now she's housebroken as long as you supply her with heroin. If you want, we can drive back to our place and you can sample her for a small fee after the auction is done. If you decide to buy her we will of course return the fee." The somali nodded eagerly, and Istvan went on to describe Michelle in lurid detail.

By the end of it, Istvan knew he had the somali hooked. They shook hands just as the arrangers announced that the auction was about to start. The slaves, merchandise, was led to a holding area with their handlers. Yosef removed the spreader bars and led Emily to the holding pen. He would lead her on stage as the bidding started while Istvan, as the leader of the crew, would sit with the audience. The audience was abuzz with the words "american virgin", but Istvan knew they'd hold the prize off for last to weed out the small fish bidders.

The auction started. The first couple of items were the voluntary slaves, the ones that got a kick out of being auctioned off. Varying age and looks made these cheap items indeed, adding to their humiliation. Then came a rash of housebroken whores, asian and eastern european. They were sold off based on age and looks and whether or not they were housebroken. Then came the trained slaves. They were provocatively dressed and often presented themselves, making arguments as to why they should be purchased. The bidding got more heated now as the richer men in the room sought to buy a fully trained houseslave.

At last there were only two more items to go: the irishwoman and Emily. The irishwoman proved to be a popular item indeed, her tears of despair down her freckled face a good selling point. Even the saudis bid for her. In the end, she was sold off for 2.4 million Euro to one of the saudi princes who looked at her with a mixture of lust and gloating. The irishwoman collapsed and wept uncontrollably. She was unceremoniously carried off stage and brought to the private holding pen of the saudi prince who'd bought several girls already.

"And now, this evening's prize. The American Virgin! Bids start at 1.5 million Euros, lowest new bids will be 100.000 Euros." Emily was led out on stage, her beautiful pert young body on full display for all the lechers in the audience. The bidding quickly escalated.

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Back at the warehouse, Dragan and Stefan had welcomed what they liked to call "the ultimate test". This was a man so disgusting he'd been barred from several brothels in Paris already. He was one of those men that felt that personal hygiene was something that happened to other people. His hair smelled stale, a mixture of natural grease and sweat and pommade. He had a vile case of halitosis emanating from a mouth filled with crooked yellow teeth, and he smelled of rank sweat and old garlic. He was immensely fat, and the smell emanating from his skinfolds was a sickly-sweet otherwise undescribable odour. His ass smelled of old shit not properly wiped away and mixed with sweat, and his cock smelled like cheese gone bad. He had layered deposits of smegma on his cock, and he was immensely hairy all over.

Dragan and Stefan showed him down. Even Michelle in her drugged up state couldn't contain a grimace of sheer revulsion as the fat slob started ravaging her.

 

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"And now, this evening's prize. The American Virgin! Bids start at 1.5 million Euros, lowest new bids will be 100.000 Euros."

Emily was only vaguely aware of her surroundings, able to see bits and pieces, but unable to connect the dots. The drugs coursing through her system were strong sedatives, and it was likely that she would have fallen over had one of the auctioneers not been standing nearby. Once she had been announced, the robes and hood covering her body were quickly removed, revealing the curvaceous form underneath.

To encourage bidding, Emily was dressed up in very expensive lingerie. She was "dressed" in a solid black mesh babydoll, which featured a strappy back and matching g-string, which practically vanished inside the crack of her tight ass.

Bidding for the young fuckmeat was intense.

The announcer continued to raise the stakes for the main attraction, and, given the privacy that was afforded to each bidder inside their box, many of them were furiously stroking their dicks as they watched her roam around on the stage in a stupor. Each time her back was turned, their cocks jerked at the sight of her ripe teenage ass.

1.5 million Euros turned into 2 million.

2 million into 2.5 million.

As the price of her body climbed higher, only a small number of buyers were willing to keep up. The bidding began to slow down, and the auctioneer was forced to repeat the current bid several times before declaring that the girl had been sold, and that the evening sales were concluded. Purchases could be collected directly.

She was now someone's property.

Their sex slave.

Like a piece of cattle, Emily was led off the stage and brought to a holding cell. She was left there for a short while, and then collected by one of the underlings of the man that had purchased her. Much like his master, he hated women, and viewed them merely as objects to gain pleasure from. He jerked on the leash attached to her collar to guide her like an animal to their vehicles, then transported over to a private yacht where she'd be left in one of the bedrooms for her Master to enjoy later on.

Her old life was over.

 

[Niceandbrutal]

Adham Jasim bin Jazeera

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Adham had visibly gasped the first time he saw the girl. She was young. She was ripe. She was beautiful. And she was an american, in Adhams eyes the most hated people on this planet. To buy and soil one of their oh-so-precious virgins (like americans knew anything about true purity!) would be a sublime pleasure.

Adham was one of many millionaire princes hailing from Saudi-Arabia. Like most princes (there are some 3000 of them in SA) he'd been sent abroad to study and to sow his wild oats. Then his family expected him to come home and marry a Saudi woman of good standing. During his years abroad, Adham had sought to, but failed to engage western women in pleasures of the flesh. It had frustrated him so that he ended up with a seething hate for women in general and western women in particular.

He had all but raped his wife on their wedding night, and she had quickly learned to fear her husband when he wanted to share a bed with her. They had sired two sons, both grown and married men by now, set to follow in their father's footstep. Depositing his wife in a luxurious apartment in Riyadh, Adham had retreated to his family's palace in the desert. There, he played with his hunting falcons, his small fleet of airplanes... and his harem of foreign girls. Bought or kidnapped, they had effectively no means of escape from his palace, and although they were waited on hand and foot by a large staff of servants, their punishment for escaping would be harsh.

The bidding over the young american virgin grew fierce. It had turned into a duel between Adham and a Qatari upstart, the same man who'd bought the weeping irish girl and a third of all the other women on sale. He was very obviously starting his own collection, as it were. Adham had a good collection already, but this young woman would be a prize and he would NOT be denied! The sum rose fast to 4 million euros. By then, only Adham and the Qatari were left bidding and sniping each other's offers. They were at loggerheads, with the qatari nursing an offer of 4.9 million euros. The hammer was about to come down when Adham yelled "Five million euros!" The qatari made no counteroffer.

Adham couldn't believe it. She was his. That most valuable piece of fucktoy was his. He ordered his right hand man to drive her down to his yacht, moored by the Seine. They would cast off after she was stowed safely on board in a cabin that could be locked only fromthe outside. It was not the first time he'd transported items for his collection in his yacht.

They cast off and headed for the Seine Bay. For the time being they let her sleep. He wanted her off the sedatives for when he took her maidenhead. It wasn't until they had crossed the Cotentin peninsula that she came to. One of Adham's servants went to her with food and drink.

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Meanwhile, Istvan and the fat somali were on their way back to see Michelle.