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A laugh comes out of me as I spot a black van turning onto the street in the distance. It's a kidnappers sort of van too, no windows and completely black as if blending with the night. It creeps down the road very slowly as if searching for something or someone.
My gagged laugh keeps on as the van's headlights shine bright so in a few moments, they will shine on me and my naked, abused body. The way the van creeps, I know its whomever my brother sold me too. They must be looking for me, having been told he was going to leave me strung up for them.
My laugh becomes even louder as it occurs to me that my brother probably didn't even get paid to sell me. He did it because he wanted too, or because he believed it's what I wanted. Just gave me away to some very bad people. If my brother was getting paid, wouldn't he be here to collect the money?
Sure enough, when the van's lights shine on me, it drives much faster. Once it reaches me, it turns onto the road I am next to as if wanting to block others from seeing. The night is still very dark, so when the van moves in front of me, it blocks the dim light of the streetlamps, making everything black.
My laughter keeps on as I hear the side panel door of the van opening. I'm unable to tell how many men get out, but my guess is about three from the sound of it. They quickly move towards me, no doubt claiming their new property. Not that it really matters.
I keep laughing, even as they untie me. They say nothing as I laugh, probably thinking I've lost it, and I probably have. They don't even say anything about what my own brother did to my body. They just work on untying me as fast as possible.
Once I'm untied, they lead me towards their van while forcing my hands behind my head tightly. They are extremely rough and uncaring, not caring at all about how sore my abused body is. In fact, one of them slaps my ass for no reason, making me briefly yelp. They don't even try to remove the dildos.
"I'm a sex slave," I try to repeat over and over, just so they know. I'm still laughing even once I'm thrown into the back of the van. My laughter continues, even as they strap me down and the van starts to drive. My laughter is only suppressed once they finish securing me and a cock is slid into my mouth, and another in pussy.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoNot believable. No 18 yr old is ever going to give away pussy for any amount of money! Especially pussy thats trained to specifically please him.
No, you had a pretty good story going before you got off into the weeds of stupidity. Sad too
Anonymous4 months agoFirst three were hot. This one is… not. Great for people who enjoyed this; but I personally am hoping for an alternate ending. May I ask for one, dear author?
Anonymous6 months ago@buttonshelf.
The author DOES know the terrain you can rest assured. It is you that does not. Or you do and refuse to acknowledge it. Much like the girl had trouble believing that her brother would sell her. Or that she wanted to be a sex slave. You don't understand the POWER of the dark pleasures. I have fought with them all my life. Wanting more. Horrified when I act to make it harder to return to what I've been taught is 'good and proper'. And I have never been more exposed on the 'net than I am now. I lost my 'dignity' a long time ago. You just don't know ... I knew the story's ending would not be a 'bad joke' ... I knew, from the beginning ...
buttonshelf8 months agoPart 4 sucked, honestly. Part 1, 2 and 3 was hot. There was so much potential as to how the last part could go, I expected better from such a brilliant dirty mind. I read everything in hopes the ending was going to be just a bad joke…
Anonymous9 months agoTo the other commenters her. It is something that many BDSM sorts don't like to admit to, but our dark sexual natures (that it is likely we all have, and we all suppress to varying degrees), our submissive/dominant programming, is a ***continuum***. And what the author explores here, in this story, is indeed possible. Lots of people ***love*** to play with these strong energies, but they tell themselves many lies -- I guess to allow themselves to get closer to the flames without having to fear getting burnt. The author's story strikes too close to home, too close for such peoples' comfort. That is what methinks.
