Rescuing Sweet Olivia 01

DISCLAIMER:

This is a fictional story. I do not condone rape or anyone being forced to anything. If the Non Consensual stories, rape fictional fantasies are not your piece of cake, or make you feel uncomfortable, please quit reading and search under a different category. This story contains forced sex, kidnapping, abduction, and some dark scenarios that might disturb you. Discretion advised.

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RESCUING SWEET OLIVIA 01

Sophia starts her quest to find Olivia but learns Cindy's story instead.

Sophia shut down her laptop and dimmed the spotlights, signaling the end of her Facebook and Instagram live sessions for the day. Taking a moment to unwind, she strolled to her bedroom, slipping into something more comfortable.

At her young age of 28, Sophia had already become a renowned celebrity in the realm of social media, boasting a staggering 5 million followers worldwide. However, reaching the pinnacle of her success demanded significant effort. She diligently produced her own investigative content at least twice a week, a task that proved both challenging and time-consuming. While occasional interviews added to her workload, it was her research, primarily focused on women's empowerment and exposing unusual or abusive behaviors, that paid the bills.

Her life was a relentless pursuit of leads, even when it felt reckless and perilous. Some friends had parted ways, unable to endure the pressure she subjected herself to. Consequently, she preferred to work alone--no camera person, sound technician, or lighting assistant. Her experience had granted her the expertise to handle every aspect independently, and, of course, it was significantly more profitable.

Later that night, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown number. Given the vast number of followers she had, Sophia was cautious about sharing her phone number, and only a select few were privy to it. Despite the uncertainty, a gut feeling urged her to answer the call, sensing that it could be something of importance.

"Hello Sophia. My name is Claudia. You don't know me, but I've been looking to contact you for a year or two." a woman's voice said over the phone. "I need your help! Please don't hang the call! I beg you... Please help me!" she added, almost crying.

"Relax Claudia. I'm not hanging the call. You clearly got my attention," Sophia replied.

Over the next hour or so, Claudia poured her heart out to Sophia, recounting the story of her only daughter, Olivia, who had left home two years ago. Despite her desperate efforts, Claudia had been unsuccessful in locating her. Inquisitive, Sophia asked whether Claudia had filed a missing person report and questioned why the police hadn't been able to find her. However, Claudia hinted that there was much more to reveal, insisting that it had to be discussed face to face. She expressed a lack of trust in sharing sensitive information over the phone.

With a hint of reluctance, Sophia agreed. Encounters with people seeking a bit of camera attention weren't unfamiliar to her, but she remained committed to listening. According to her, that was the key to her success.

The next morning, Sophia and Claudia convened at a bar for breakfast, selecting a secluded table to ensure privacy. Claudia arrived with a substantial dossier in tow. As Sophia casually sipped her coffee, she invited Claudia to share whatever weighed on her heart. As she began to speak, Claudias' eyes moistened a bit in emotion.

"You can't realize how important this meeting is for me," Claudia said with visible emotion. "I have an intense story to tell you if you have enough time to hear me," she added.

Sophia hugged Claudia, offering comfort in the depth of her emotions. She encouraged her to relax and take all the time she needed to unfold her story.

Claudia began sharing the story of her only daughter, starting from her early childhood. Olivia had always been a well-behaved girl, attending church every Sunday and enjoying a near-perfect life throughout her school years, even in high school. However, once she entered university, Claudia noticed a gradual distancing, a growing disconnection between them.

As Claudia continued her narrative, she reached the point that weighed heavily on her soul. Olivia began associating with a group of girls who invited her on a humanitarian trip to a location near the Amazonas River, deep in the heart of the forest. When Olivia returned, something had changed. She became less tolerant and started expressing constant discontent with the government, economy, politics, and more. Claudia hesitated to confront her, thinking it might be a phase in Olivia's journey toward womanhood. However, she soon realized her mistake, she was losing her daughter.

Some time later, Claudia received an unsettling blank envelope in her mailbox. Inside, she discovered a collection of newspaper photocopies. As she opened the envelope and revealed the contents to Sophia, it became apparent that the clippings were from a local newspaper in Venezuela. The articles covered a cooperative effort between local authorities and the DEA in a raid against local drug dealers. Sneak pictures showed a significant figure engaged in a transaction in a hotel room in a small Venezuelan town. The images depicted large sums of money scattered over a bed, packages presumed to be drugs, but what captured Claudia's attention was the presence of a girl beside the dealer

Claudia handed a magnifying glass to Sophia, directing her gaze to the far side of the picture. There she was--Olivia, donned in a white t-shirt and shorts. The dealer's hand seemed to rest on Olivia's thigh, though the size of the detail wasn't sufficient for certainty.

"That's why local police couldn't find her," Claudia told her.

"What was she doing in Venezuela?" asked Sophia.

"Don't know. The FBI couldn't even find track of any immigration record," Claudia replied.

"Did you contact the DEA? Do they have any clue?" insisted Sophia.

"They told me she was 'a person of interest' as she appeared in that transaction. They won't give me any information they have," released Claudia, almost crying.

Sophia observed genuine sorrow in Claudia's eyes; she was truly devastated. However, Sophia couldn't shake off the uncertainty about whether this story had any relevance to her investigative line of work.

"I really understand your situation, Claudia. It's a complete nightmare!!" Sophia started saying. "Anyway I'm not sure I can take it. Seems like your daughter took the bad track where money and sex are symbols of power, and therefore I'm perhaps unable to help you," she added.

Claudia opened her eyes wide and got another envelope

"You may have had a bad idea of the situation. She's not willingly there!!! She's not a prostitute. Let me show you something more,"Claudia replied almost instantly.

Another newspaper photocopy revealed a different raid in a Venezuelan town near the previous one. The photos were heavily censored, indicating the rescue of numerous women from a sexual trafficking branch of the cartel. Among the names of the rescued girls, one stood out. She was Cindy, a longtime friend of Olivia.

"Cindy told me they were both taken on the same trip to Venezuela. She shared some time with Olivia, but lost contact once they took her away from them," Claudia told. "I've never been able to talk to Cindy again. She's changed her phone number and moved somewhere else without saying a word. I really understand her... Poor girl. She'll be getting therapy for sure to heal what she might have endured," added Claudia, handing her some pictures of Cindy to her. Sophia could see the girl wearing her high school uniform.

The situation took on an entirely different significance. If Olivia had been abducted or coerced into that meeting, Sophia felt compelled to rescue her and gather the evidence necessary to free her from the charges the FBI might be implicating her in.

"That sounds much more close to my expertise. However, venturing outside the U.S. poses challenges as it involves navigating uncharted territory and incurring substantial expenses." replied Sophia.

"Don't worry about the costs. Even when I'm not rich, I can arrange a deal for you over some local sponsors. Just add their banners in your lives twice a week and they'll cover all your costs plus an interesting bonus for you." offered Claudia

Sophia felt at ease with the arrangement, and while she couldn't promise definite results, she committed to doing her utmost to uncover the truth about what happened to Olivia.

Upon returning to her apartment, Sophia immediately delved into the depths of the internet, scouring various sites where people posted anonymous content. Her goal was to uncover any traces that could potentially lead to either Olivia or Cindy. But after looking at hours of porn or BDSM she couldn't find a clue.

Then she picked her phone and called her friend Andrea. She was a nerdy girl who she helped from an abusive relationship. She knew every corner of the Internet.

Andrea instructed her on how to get into "The Deep Web" or "The Dark Web" as many people call it. After some work of configuration of a new browser she was ready to surf that concealed space. Andrea warned her to never use her real name, phone number or email there, as it may put her anonymity at stake, and may imply some personal risks. She recalled Andrea's words in her ears "Beware Sophia, as you may find dangerous things and gross or gore images hard to forget."

A new world opened in Sophia's laptop, as she found sites for every kind of content imaginable. It took her several hours and a bit of skill to find something related, but once she found it, she was shocked.

There it was. An unnamed site where you could buy forced young girls footage on demand. It promised that you'd have a multi angle recording of an American school girl. On the cover she could distinguish Cindy by a very distinguishable mole she had seen in her neck on Claudia's photos.

With no preview available, there was only an "on-demand" button requiring a $100 payment. Sophia decided to call Andrea again to inquire about the safest method of payment, emphasizing the need for confirmation that it was indeed her.

Andrea configured an anonymous email account and a Bitcoin wallet that allowed Sophia to remain anonymous.

Upon pressing the purchase button, Sophia entered an interactive playback system. Once the payment was processed, a new window unfolded, divided into six frames, each featuring a different camera angle. The backdrop appeared to be a hotel room, though deciphering the name or location proved challenging. Positioned in the middle of the room was a king-size bed, unoccupied. A robotic synthesized voice announced that the show was about to start.

The mention of a "show" and her invested $100 sent a shiver down Sophia's spine as she contemplated what she was about to witness. In anticipation, she set up a recording program to capture every detail about to unfold on her screen, anxiously pressing the RECORD button.

About 15 seconds later a girl, Olivia's age, entered the room and dropped her handbag over the bed. The multiple angle camera system allowed Sophia to see her from different points of view. She might also click on any frame and zoom it to full screen. Even though she couldn't confirm that the girl was Cindy, Olivia, or any other girl, as she was not facing the camera.

A new floating chat window showed up, its red-lettered announcement declaring that messages were transmitted when the video went live, with any subsequent comments to be appended at the conclusion of the video.

While Sophia wondered when this went live, she read some nasty comments about the girl being spotted on camera.

"Nice ass!!!" one of them said.

"Would love to hear her take the big cock she's craving," wrote another.

"I'd rather hear her cry when it all starts," another one commented.

Sophia then realized this video might have a very disturbing soundtrack, and since she didn't want her neighbors to wonder what was going on, she took her earphones and plugged them into the laptop. Her heart was racing even when she didn't see anything yet.

Sophia, and also the girl in the video got both suddenly startled when they saw four black masked men breaking into the room. Their bursting entrance made the girl shriek loud in a very high pitch.

Sophia could witness the terrified girl vainly pushing to get through the wall of men. But her short 5' body wasn't even a challenge for these four 6' average well built men. When she zoomed in the screen she finally recognized Cindy, the slim and petite 22 years old girl she was told about.

She was a slim, short, but yet curvaceous girl. Her shoulder blades length red hair enhanced her sparkling green eyes. She was not an extrovert girl or pretended to be a boy eater, and something about her had a bit of mystery hidden beneath. She was like any other next door girl, with a mystical mixture between the typical American girl with some Latin and Nordic traits.

Sophia realized she was watching the playback of the moment when Cindy got attacked and she felt a thrill through all her spine.

As the video evolved she saw two of those strong men holding Cindy by her arms and forcefully pinning her to the bed. On both sides of her they took an arm and a leg each, putting an end to her futile fight. The face of the dreadful girl went pale as her attackers started to caress her calves, her legs, and went up under her skirt.

It was inconceivable that no one heard that girl's desperate and continuous shrieks and cries for help in a hotel room. What kind of hotel was it? Sophia started to get desperate as she saw those men starting to open her blouse and get her shoes off. She already knew what was about to happen, but she couldn't get her eyes away from the screen.

There were hundreds of comments over the chat. They were even betting on what color her underwear would be, while some of them bet she was wearing none. The unveiling only took a couple of minutes, since one of the black dressed men rolled her skirt over her waist exposing both her thighs and her crotch covered by white cotton panties.

Sophia could see the desperate girls' legs trembling in her effort to keep them shut. But once again she wasn't a match for their brute force. Sophia was then surprised with the next bet on the chat. They were betting on if she was shaved, and also if she was a natural red haired or not. Sophia couldn't believe what was going on. Although she spent many years working in abuse cases, she could never overcome her feelings when she witnessed these insane scenes.

By the time Sophia recovered from her shock and got her eyes open again, she could see one of the men producing a folding knife and cutting Cindy's bra first and her panties right after it. They went off in single effortless slices.

Cindy's despair when she realized what those men had in mind with her was directly reflected in her face. Her high pitched shriek drilled Sophia's ears and imprinted a permanent record in her mind.

Firmly pinned to the bed, Cindy witnessed her now unprotected tits being mauled by her filthy attackers. Unable to move her arms, she endured an exhaustive fondling of her tits with eventual pinches of her nipples. Her eyes wide open pleading for mercy while she begged them to stop. To her dismay, her nipples started to get her own reaction by themselves standing firmly erect in her abuser's hand.

Sophia reacted with anger. They were playing with that poor girl's primal arousal. It had nothing to do with her willing to allow them to do so. With a bit of empathy Sophia started to feel her nipples swollen, also from a primal state of arousal.

The remaining sector of her screen that had remained blank until that moment came to life. It seemed to show the footage of a portable camera one of the men handled. The first image that it showed was an extreme close up of Cindy's crotch. A bit of gloss in her pussy lips lead to dozen of comments in the chat about her state of arousal, and many degrading ideas on how much she needed to be fucked.

One man slid his tongue out of his mask and went to taste Cindy's cunt. The poor girl shook her head in despair trying once again to close her legs with all her might.

"No no no!!! Please don't do that!!! Get off!!! Get off!!!" she begged.

With an obscene close up, the camera showed Cindy's quivering pussy unable to stop feeling an unbearable pleasure that profoundly ashamed her. A couple of thick fingers went deep inside her nubile sex and expertly stimulated her. She closed her eyes, tears dropping through her cheeks as her first moans unwillingly escaped from her throat.

The chat exploded in countless obscene expressions about Cindy's sex experience ranging from taking her as a prostitute, up to how many dicks she would receive today.

Sophia couldn't believe what she was witnessing. Poor Cindy started to pant and instinctively move her crotch following those smart fingers inside her. Biting her lower lip she opened her eyes widely when another finger entered her.

Another man was licking her clit, and although she continually begged them to stop, she ended up panting heavily, almost unable to speak, convulsing her hips as she felt the electric like arousal heat that drove them to move by themselves.

While she tried to fight her mind fuzz driven by her forced arousal, a big black dick stroked her right cheek and started rubbing its head over her already open lips. When she got her G spot massaged she closed her eyes in absolute fever.

Completely lost in her arousal Cindy opened her mouth and allowed that insistent meatpole enter her mouth. All remaining resistance was melted under the inner heart she was feeling. The musky smell of this cock invaded her nostrils driving her to a deeper primal state of arousal.

Sophia read lots of nasty comments that appeared on the chat window about what the close up camera was showing. It focused on her sex being stimulated by those persistent fingers, and picked up more and more glossy reflections showing her increasingly flooding crotch.

"Please!!! Please!!! Leave me alone!!!" Cindy begged, almost crying, when her mouth got free again.

But her relief was short and was soon followed by a deep thrust of the cock into her throat. Her eyes went wide as she felt a hand get over the back of her head, holding and forcing her to take all of him into her throat. Next time she was released, she was coughing, her eyes wet with a desperate fight to breathe.

She was whining and her tears were running all over her face. But he was not willing to release her. Next time he took his cock out, a long tail of a fluid mix of saliva and precum dropped all over her mouth. Cindy was once again coughing and fighting for her air.

"No!! Please don't!!" She protested a second before the cock came back into her mouth.

Her protest was futile and unheard as he buried once again all the length of his dick into her throat. Cindy closed her eyes. She opened her mouth as big as she could. Her jaws were aching as that massive tool kept on fucking her throat and stressing her jaw junction.

Once again and again she was brutally face fucked. Cindy was slowly getting used to the assault, surrendering, and losing every bit of resistance she had left. Her mind was fuzzy and losing control and unable to assess the impact of what was going on.

Sophia was watching in astonishment what seemed like a ragdoll being abused at will. With her fist clenched she felt her impotence. But the video continued on playing uncaringly of her feelings.

After a couple more "in and outs" into her mouth, the man drilling her, drove his cock deep inside her, and started to loudly moan and convulse.