There had been a competition, she was informed by the caller. She had won. First place. Nothing to p

There had been a competition, she was informed by the caller. She had won. First place. Nothing to pay. Not a scam. No, definitely not a scam. Erin didn’t understand. She hadn’t entered any competition. Never mind that. What had she won? A return ticket to a world class spa and treatment facility. Ticket? Where was it? A country she’d never heard of that the caller assured was in Eastern Europe. She was elated. What clothes would she need? Was it hot or cold in… None. They would give her a change of clothes to wear on the way to the airport. On the way…? Oh yes, they were outside right now. But she wasn’t even… She hadn’t even called work… No, that was all done, they told her. Her friend, Marcus was the one who had entered her into the competition. He’d informed them that she’d won. Marcus? Friend? He wished! He was lame. He thought money could buy his way into her panties, but she was above that. Still he’d entered her for a competition that she’d won. That was nice, but he was still a prick. Yes, friend, she lied to the caller. There was a knock on the door and the caller hung up. She hurried to answer it, flinging the door open. Two large men, dressed in black. Both smiling. One holding a syringe. She tried to close the door but the syringe found her arm and was quickly emptied of its contents. Legs suddenly wobbly, the second man reached down and scooped her up with ease, carrying her over to the nondescript black van pulling up outside her house. She didn’t fight. Couldn’t fight. The mattress in the van was soft and the bindings she was placed in felt like velvet against her limbs. The mask placed over her face plus the lovely calming drugs meant sleep arrived much earlier than Erin expected that morning. The flight was uneventful, in that she couldn’t remember any of it. She wasn’t even sure that she’d left the country. Not that that mattered. It was clear that she’d been kidnapped but by who, and why? She was in a room. Lots of screens. Cold, metal restraints, with what felt like dildos in her ass and pussy. An IV hooked up to her arm. Pink and green fluids ready to enter her bloodstream at a moment’s notice. Erin saw Marcus’ face on one of the screens. He was responsible for this? Of course. She felt sick to her stomach. The pink fluid went down the line and into her body. Shortly afterwards, her head began to spin. She felt a strange sensation in her ass and pussy. Pumping. Weird. Pleasant. Actually, kinda really fucking hot now that she thought about it. A noise escaped from her mouth. A laugh or an orgasm? She couldn’t decide. She didn’t care. Marcus’ picture re-appeared. The pumping grew stronger and faster. It felt so good she was going to pass out. His picture suddenly looked a lot hotter. An alien train of thought in her head pictured him fucking her ass and pussy simultaneously. Wow. She orgasmed, imagining Marcus fucking her. It felt fake. Artificial. Wrong. But she knew that this was only the beginning of her ordeal. She was right. A few weeks later, Erin was back home with her new boyfriend, Marcus. She’d met him by accident when she was checking out from her spa hotel. Apparently he was staying at a hotel in the same complex. Both of them 4,000 miles away from home but both came to the same place at the same time. What were the odds?! Old Erin might have wondered it, but new Erin wasn’t encumbered by thoughts like that. Or, indeed, thoughts in general. She thanked him profusely for entering her into the competition the only way she knew, by offering up her body for him to use any way he wished. He accepted, of course. He was a real gentleman, only fucking her ass when she finally begged him, and was so happy that he didn’t hold back. She wanted all of him inside her. He seemed completely okay when she told him all about the kinky, degrading things that she wanted him to do to her. Listing her fetishes seemed to drive him over the edge though as he pulled her ass deep down onto his dick and came hard into her bowels. Working for a living now being a thing of the past for her, these days, Erin spends her time at his house with his other girlfriends, keeping herself fit and pretty, serving him with her body in any way he wants. Usually it involves fucking her fake plastic tits, or pushing his meat down her throat but she loves it all the same. She’s so much happier now. -- source link

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