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Mikayla, a horrible case of mistaken identity. ChaIt was an abnormally hot day for this time of year in the city by the mountains. The campus paths were overflowing with girls in their most revealing short dresses and skirts. Not to mention the abundance of short shorts allowing tanned lush legs to delight every man’s glance.Two men were doing just that now, as they sat in their black Cadillac Escalade. Tinted windows hiding their somewhat lecherous gazes, as they searched the bustling crowd for their target. In the passenger seat, a large dark-haired man in a grey suit glanced down at the brown envelope in his lap. It had written in big block letters, ‘Kailey Robinson’. He opened it and began pulling out its contents.His partner, a hulking 350 lb muscular man sitting behind the wheel with his neck tattoos bulging, broke the silence, “ Fuck Pete, there is some serious sweet tail out there today. I mean look at some of that college girl ass. What I wouldn’t give to shove my dick into one of those smiling little bitches as I had her cuffed over the fucking bench downstairs!”Pete, looking thru the pictures and notes laughed, ”Ya, I know. We haven’t done a job like that for the Boss in a long time, ever since he’s taken a break from the skin trade. Hey Roman, remember last year when the Boss gave us that stripper who tried to blackmail him? Oh man that was fun to mess her up!”Roman laughed, making the whole vehicle shake with his weight, “YA, I remember, I still have her clit ring at home, and a chipped a tooth from ripping it off… Oh and do you remember that cunt he kept for himself. That like cute busty blonde, yet kinda everyday type girl, whose boss sold her sweet ass to him? Her name was Willow I think?”Pete sighed, “Oh fuck ya, the blond cutie the boss was so fond of torturing. You got to fuck her many a time, didn’t you?”Now Roman sighed, a huge grin splitting his scar pocked face, “Oh I did. She had an amazing mouth and ass. Boy I wish we had one like her to keep around for fun. Maybe the Boss will let us keep this one for a while to fuckin mess with?”Pete shook his head, “Nope, the Boss was very specific about this job. Grab little Miss Kailey and then get her back to the underground..untouched! Something about the little bitch having a billionaire father, who owes the Boss shitloads for some gambling debts. I think he figures he can get the daddy to pay and still keep him as a future customer if we don’t hurt the little rich bitch….too much.” Pete sniggered.Pete suddenly looked out the window with a renewed degree of concentration. “Hey Roman, two o clock, western path behind those two dumb hot blondes.” Holding the photo up of their target, both men squinted and then nodded. “Get the kit ready.” Said Pete excitedly. Roman reached into the back of the Escalade, where all the seats were folded down. He shoved aside the zipties, cuffs and rope. He pulled a large red ball gag from a small black leather bag and then a small tranquilizer gun. Turning to face Pete, he shouted, “Let’s go snatch and grab some rich stuck up pussy!”……..Mikayla was walking back to the student parking lot after a long day of classes. The psychology major was glad it was done and was looking forward to getting home and having a wine or spritzer. She slowed her pace though, taking in the warmth of the hotter than normal fall sun. She set down her bag and stretched her arms skyward in a big stretch to the sun. Her crop like top riding up high, so her toned stomach felt the heat of the sun’s intense rays. Her short flared skirt, letting an abundance of fresh warm air flow up and warm her pink lace panty covered sex.“Hmmm nice stretch.” She heard, along with a passing subdued whistle, as three young college guys sauntered past her. Two middle aged professors than walked by her with big smiles. And as she turned to walk away, swaying her hips more than necessary, she was sure she heard one of them say, “God I would so tap that, rules be damned!”Giggling to herself, Mikayla wandered through the car park, almost bumping into a fellow classmate. A girl her friends liked to call her twin, as both had long dark wavy hair with curls, strong dancer legs and almost always smiling glowing faces. “Oh hi Kailey, you done for the day too?” asked Mikayla.“Nope, I have to go meet the Dean, something about Daddy donating some money and me doing an interview and a photo op to prove I am not one of those, buy me a degree bitches.” She said with air quotes.Mikayla laughed and then waved goodbye. She smiled and looked up at the clear blue sky, feeling more free, confident and independent than she ever had. And also totally oblivious to the two large men following her.……. Not much later…..Mikayla tried to scream, to plead, but the ball thing in her mouth was hindering any speech. She tried to move her arms but they were held fast behind her, the hard plastic of numerous zipties digging into her arms. Her shoulders were killing her as she realized how tight they had bound her arms. She had never realized her elbows could actually touch.Her eyes darted up to a huge man staring back at her as he straddled her bare tanned legs. She could feel his massive hands gliding up the backs of her thighs, trabzon escort pushing her skirt up until she could feel the cool air on her bum. She began to sob as his hands grasped each pert bum cheek. She felt him squeeze and then brutally pry apart her toned round ass cheeks. His thumbs playing at the fabric of her panties, now wedged in the valley defining her ass. With her wrists so savagely secured in zipties, she could only wiggle her fingers at his massive hands in a futile attempt to stop his humiliating exploration of her most private parts.Mikayla shook and a sob escaped from behind the ball filling her mouth. His hot breath hit her neck and he growled into her ear, “Gawd I would love to fuck this ass. To drill my dick so far inside you, you would feel it in your throat. To pound my hips endlessly into your ass as you pitifully screamed for mercy! But it’s your lucky day cunt…Cause the Boss says no fucking you….for now anyways.”Mikayla clenched her eyes shut and whimpered, “What the hell had just happened, who were these horrible men and where were they taking her and why.” She wondered anxiously.Suddenly she winced and screamed into her gag. The most horrible feeling of an unwanted intrusion entering her sex. She could feel the large fleshy digit of the man holding her down, slip under her lace panty and slid in between her delicate tender folds. Pushing deep into her young pussy and then pumping away, like that’s what she was meant to be used for. “Roman..” Pete warned from the driver’ seat, “You heard the Boss. No fucking the target. She ain’t merchandise like the others were.”Roman laughed, “I know, but I ain’t using my dick. Just a little finger fuckin, that’s all.” And leaning down to breath into Mikayla’s terrified face, he uttered, “Sweetie, you would know if I was using my huge dick to fuck you, cause you would be howlin for mommy!”Mikayla screamed nonsensically around the ball in her mouth. Her shock at listening to him, as he continued rambling on about how he would impale her ass, torture her tits and hang her body from the rafters of their gang’s office hideaway so that any man could use her as they liked, sent her into hysterics.She lay there sobbing and shaking, almost forgetting that he had a thick finger sliding in and out of her young pussy. Her terror at what he said he could do to her, racking her entire being.Then he pulled his finger out and swatted her ass again with such force, that she howled around her gag. He laughed loudly and continued to slap both her trembling ass cheeks violently, just to hear her howl and squeal some more. Roman finally leaned over the sobbing and shaking Mikayla, running his slick finger along her tear covered right cheek. He put his mouth to her ear again and said, “You’re so fuckin lucky your Daddy’s so rich or all that stuff would come true sweetheart.”P
ete turned fully around in his seat, “Gawd a cunt like her would be worth a small fortune on the market. Still not sure why the Boss just doesn’t auction her off to recover her Daddy’s debt. That would teach the dumb bastard, knowing his gambling habit ended up causing his precious daughter to be sold off as a slave slut to some billionaire in Russia.”Both men laughed and Roman flicked at Mikayla’s short skirt, pushing it up to her hips so her lace panty clad ass was in full view. “Hmmmm might as well keep that fine fuckable ass in view for the trip. After the ransom gets paid, we may not get to see it again.”Bending over her ass, he lowered his face and kissed her left bum cheek. Then he grinned up at Pete and bared his teeth, chomping into Mikayla’s ass like it was a juicy pulled pork sandwich. The deep scream she let out matching the depth of the blue and red, teeth shaped bruise appearing instantly on her quivering bum cheek.“Hit it Pete, let’s get this cunt back to the office before I bite her nipples off. She’s making me lose my self control.”…….Mikayla screamed around the ball filling her mouth. There was the crack of wood hitting flesh echoing around the warehouse. Roman was swinging a bamboo cane around freely and decorating Mikayla’s pert ass cheeks with dark red streaks. He laughed and then set aside the cane and pulled back up her short skirt. Striding over to the warehouse entrance, Roman and Pete opened the huge sliding door.Her mouth ached as she screamed. Her jaws had been forced apart for hours now by the huge gag strapped into her mouth. She could feel the wetness on her chest from were the steady trickle of her drool had landed and trickled down under her top. Her arms were beginning to really ache and her shoulders starting to feel a burn in their stretched out tendons and muscles.She looked skyward at her red and raw rope bound wrists and moaned, this couldn’t be happening, she wasn’t the daughter of a millionaire, she wasn’t Kailey Robinson, they had k**napped the wrong girl. If they would just take this ball gag thing out, she could tell them they had made a terrible mistake. She would beg them to let her go home, she would promise not to tell.She trembled in her restraints, as she watched Pete and Roman greet another group of men entering the almost empty warehouse. There were four other men, escort trabzon with shaved heads and tattooed muscles literally bursting out of their t-shirts. And following them in was a large rather portly man with dyed black hair and a cigar in hand.Mikayla watched as he walked straight up to her and stood commandingly before her. He kicked away some of the leftover cut off zipties and smirked as he examined the red marks still imprinted on her soft flesh. The horrible zipties now replaced by tight ropes wrapped around her wrists and ankles.His plump face and dark eyes scanned her body from head to toe. He had the most lecherous look on his face as he reached out and then ran the backs of his fat fingers across the smooth skin of her shivering exposed stomach. He stopped for a second and then pushed his hand up under her top, to place his palm fully over her left breast. She could feel him then grip the edge of her lacy bra and pull the edge of it down. His rough palm now rubbing and chafing at her tender nipple. Her nipple hardening from the roughly enforced treatment. Mikayla winced and then moaned despairingly into her gag.“She’s a pretty good looking piece of tits and ass eh, Boss? I am sure her Daddy will pay you lots.” Roman commented as he approached the Boss.The Boss nodded and then paused to speak, finally glancing at Roman and uttering, “That she is…..But… you are a moron Roman. You and Pete…You need a new pair of fucking glasses each, you realize?”From behind the two men, muted laughter appeared. Pete stepped forward to join the two and asked,” What you talkin about Boss?”The Boss sighed and then smiled. He realized that while it was a major fuck up, it still could be very profitable in the end. And a bit enjoyable for a while for the gang. He reached out to Mikayla’s tear streaked face. Her face trying to instinctively jerk back and away from his hands as she continued to sob in fear.He chuckled as he grabbed her chin with one hand and then shook her head, “Stop your fuckin squirming girl. I am just going to loosen your gag.” Mikayla froze as his big hands undid the latch and he loosened the skin pinching leather strap, but just enough that the saliva covered ball hung like a slick giant red necklace around her neck. She gulped and slowly moved her mouth about. Finally free to say a word since she had been taken, she began to babble..“Please, please sir, please let me go..I am not the girl you want…I am not Kailey, there’s been a terrible mistake. Pleasssse sir, I won’t tell anyone. Just pleassse let me go home….please, please, plea…ghghmmmm…UUGHHHH AAAGHH.”Her words totally garbled and then just an indecipherable scream, as the Boss pushed the ball back into Mikayla’s mouth and re-latched it, one hole tighter than before. Her cheeks collapsing in visibly and painfully as the ball filled her entire mouth. Tears streamed from her cheeks as she watched the Boss tap her forehead and then turn to address the other men.“Well boys you get that? You understand what the whiny dumb cunt was saying?”Roman and Pete looked at each other, then over to Mikayla’s terrified and agonized face, and then to their boss. “Oooh Fuck!…We grabbed the wrong girl?…Shit!” swore Roman.Pete chuckled nervously and hunched his shoulders, “Damn ..Sorry Boss, but the two sluts look so alike. I mean they could be twins. Shit now what do we do with the stupid bitch?”The Boss looked back and forth between his two henchmen as if they were clueless. Then asked with a grin, “Well dumb, dumbs…what do you two think we should do with her?”Pete raised his hand and shouted out, “We cut her up, seal her in cement and drop her pretty parts off in the bay?” A comment that elicited a good amount of high pitched wailing and thrashing about in her snug restraints from a semi mute Mikayla. The sound of huge snivelling sobs and choked off pleading squeals filling the huge empty warehouse.“Ha ha ha, seems like someone doesn’t like that idea!” laughed the Boss. He approached a sobbing, panicked breathing Mikayla, raising his hand to gently stroke her bulging right cheek. There was a steady stream of panicked tears flowing from her eyes as she groaned and begged thru her gag.In her mind she was begging for her life. Begging to not be chopped up. Begging not to disappear. She would be willing to do anything they wanted not to have her life snuffed out this way. She would fuck them all, she would suck them all, she would do any degrading thing they wanted, or so she thought. She would never tell, but she couldn’t plead out a recognizable word with the ball so tightly jammed in her mouth.With a slow steady motion his hands then cupped her breasts, stopping to squeeze them firmly thru the material of her top. Then his hands travelled back down to the bare skin of her taut toned stomach. Once there, he hooked his thumbs into the waist of her skirt and began to force it down.Basically hanging there by her wrists, her ankles now bound with rope, she had no way to stop his undressing of her. She could only watch as he easily shuffled the skirt down over her shaking hips. Her lovely pink coloured panties now the only thing protecting her modesty from the seven men present.The Boss trabzon escort bayan looked at Roman and asked, “So Roman, what do you think we should do with a surplus cunt? A prize winning piece of fuck meat like this young thing. Snuff it like Pete says, or maybe make some money with it..hmmm?”Mikayla screamed into her gag and tried vainly to free her bound wrists. A useless thing to try and do, as it only made the delicate skin of her wrists even more chaffed and slightly bloody. Her panic then peaked in a series of mournful sobs causing the men to laugh even louder.“She’s a feisty one isn’t
she Boss?” remarked a grinning Roman, “She’ll fetch a really good price at market when we sell her. Of course I think she will need some attitude training before that.”The Boss patted Roman on the shoulder, “Good job Roman. Yes… you may have fucked up and snatched the wrong girl. But the one you did snatch, well she’s a fuckin winner! And just what we need to get back into the skin trade.”Turning to Mikayla, the Boss suddenly slammed his palm against her panty clad mound. She could feel his powerful fingers begin to dig in and grip and gather up the fabric and some of her pubic hair. Soon his fist was full of her panty and a little hair. Then he was wrenching the material up and out between her thighs. She groaned in extreme discomfort as he kept drawing the material higher.The fabric was cutting into her crotch ferociously, strips of lace and cotton shredded painfully in between the delicate folds of Mikayla’s sex. She screamed around the gag, as he pulled the handful of panty up past her waist, before the material snapped. He then ripped it out lightning fast from between her quivering legs, leaving her screaming even more from the heated fabric burn now painting her sensitive folds of flesh. Roman and Pete, each giving a whistle and adjusting their own bulging crotches as they took in the sight of Mikayla’s lightly haired mound fully exposed before them.Mikayla hung her head in humiliation. Never before had she been naked in front of more than one man and never had she felt like she was just a powerless object, to be ogled and touched against her will with no hope of stopping it. She sobbed as the Boss cupped her chin and then stared down into her pained and terrified watery eyes.“Looks like this worked out after all sweetie….for us. Sure we got the wrong girl at first. But hey, you are going to make me a big wad of cash anyways. I bet we get 100 maybe even 150 grand for this lovely smoking hot body of yours.” Stepping back from her trembling body, the Boss announced, “Get the word out lads, the Boss is back in business. First auction of prime grade A slave sluts in training, is to happen in two..no make it three weeks. That will give Roman here, some time to fuck and whip the truth of her new existence into our first new recruit.”Then addressing the other four shaved headed men, he pointed at the door, “Go get me another half dozen stupid sluts to sell. Remember no locals, and no over 25’s. And no hookers or whores, just some good pure college or high school girls. They bring in the big bucks. I want the basement full by next week’s end. Got it?”The men nodded and then smiling and chatting with each other, headed off. Leaving just the Boss, Pete and a grinning and excited Roman. Who was already unzipping his trousers fly. The Boss laughed and then said, take the stupid cunt down into the basement. Give her the tour! And then we’ll all have some fun introducing her to her new life.”“And Pete, take the cage downstairs to store her in”, the Boss added, pointing to the wall behind Mikayla. “And tie her up really good, make her feel absolutely helpless laying in there. It will be good for the pictures we need to take to advertise to our clients. And I will see you guys later, I am off to get the wife started on organizing this new venture.” He said as he exited the warehouse. Pete took to dragging the cage, and a box of bondage and torture tools, over to a freight elevator. Leaving a super aroused Roman alone to gaze with the most sadistic leering look over Mikayla’s shivering and exposed young body.Roman took two steps forward and reached out and behind a horrified Mikayla. He dug his powerful fingers into her long hair and wrenched her head up, so she had to look straight into his face. He dipped his head and ran his coarse tongue up the side of her slick face. Her face scrunching up in discomfort as she felt his other hand cup her sex and his long middle finger probed in between her quaking in fear, sweat coated thighs. He pushed his middle finger up into her pussy, keeping his tongue licking at her quivering tear laden cheek. Her mangled gagged sobs only making him harder and more aroused than he had been in years. Without a care for her comfort, he roughly added a second long evil finger, revelling in how the muscles of her vagina contracted around his thick digits, trying vainly to keep him out.Pumping the two fingers into her for a good ten seconds, he then drew them out quickly and ran them across his own tongue. He then smeared the two fingers thru her tears and under her nose as breathed into her horrified face, “Hmmm, the taste of fear and sex. So fuckin good to harvest from a young slut like you. And I am going to harvest plenty over the coming weeks. Remember all those things I talked about doing to you in the fun ride over here? Well guess what princess…Dreams do come true..”
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