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Samantha wasn’t sure where she was, her head clouded, her vision barely able to distinguish anything more than shapes. She wasn’t really sure what day it was. Was it Tuesday or Wednesday? Lauren and she boarded a flight for Cabo San Lucas on Monday, planning on spending a week in the Mexican sun. They had finished their freshman year at University of San Diego and needed the break.The sexual slave trade is revealed in this hard BDSM novel that could only be told by POWERONE”. Filled with exacting details of the defilement of the girls as the men take the young girls in every imaginable way and some that the girls could never have fathomed.
Two American girls go to Mexico to enjoy their freedom, but others have plans for their beautiful bodies. Kidnapped as soon as they arrive in Mexico, they are drugged and whisked off to a remote location to be readied for a special auction where the rich and perverted will pay any price for American girls. One, a true beauty, a virgin, is intimately inspected by a doctor to check her maidenhood, while others watch her humiliation.
Sold to the highest bidder, the girls find themselves the personal property of a Russian, sought for his whorehouse where his clients would pay greatly for the chance to do anything they wanted to American girls, no matter how perverted or painful. Their owner, Micha would taut Samantha’s father, sending him a video each day. Samantha forced to perform willingly or suffer the consequences like her friend, Lauren, Samantha giving up her virginities for three consecutive days of videos.
Her father unable to rescue them in time, the girls are taken from Mexico to Micha’s homeland in Russia where his wealth puts him above the law. The girls are introduced to the most horrendous acts committed on the bodies, all for the pleasure of the perverts that paid dearly to rape and abuse the girls.
Samantha’s father hires an ex-KGB agent to track down the girls, Boris going from whorehouse to whorehouse until he finally gets lucky and hears of American girls sold as whores. At a special show, he sees Lauren and Samantha paraded naked and forced to perform for a group of men to excite them to pay more for private pleasures with them. A plan is plotted to rescue the girls. Is Boris in time to save the girls, or will Micha foil his plan?
A must read for Powerone fans, “KIDNAPPED TO BE A WHORE” is another great novel from the Master of BDSM, where girls are only playthings for the rich and powerful, the girls taking the pleasure and the pain until they merge into one, forced to submit for the pleasure of their Master.
She was sure she was in Mexico, feeling the heat in spite of the lack of much clothes, her body covered with a wet sheen of sweat. She wobbled on her feet, trying to balance on heels that were way too high for her, but they seemed to be affixed tightly around her ankles, feeling the pressure where the straps dug into her flesh. She heard the man say Lauren’s name.
“The next girl offered for sale is an American. Lauren is young and very attractive. She has a body built for fucking. She has some experience with men, but she is untrained in the more perverted acts that would bring in top dollar from your discerning clients.” Sergei pushed the girl to the center of the stage, her feet shuffling along, drugged just enough for her not to be any trouble. He had enjoyed the nineteen-year-old blonde yesterday. Nice tits, firm ass and a tight pussy in spite of not being a virgin. He withdrew drugs from her, wanting her to realize all that was happening to her when he fucked her. She fought like a cat, but he beat her until she complied with all of his demands. He put a ring gag in her mouth, never quite trusting her as he fucked his long cock into her mouth and down her throat. He took out the ring gag when he fucked her, enjoying her cries and pleading, his cock between her legs, half inside her. Two fingers up her ass made her ride his cock energetically until he spilled his cum into her pussy. He slapped her around some more, by then she was more than willing to take his soiled cock in her mouth and clean it until it glistened with her saliva.
The spotlight shined on Lauren, Sergei beside her, opening up the black silk robe until the light blazed brightly on her bra-and-panty-clad body. He let the robe slip to the floor, Lauren jumping in spite of the drugs when his hands ran over her body. He hefted her tits. “Nice firm tits. Not an ounce of sag in them. Big nipples.” Sergei’s hands slid over her back, unsnapping the bra with a deft flick of his fingers. He pulled the bra down over her arms. His fingers went to one nipple, pinching it until she moaned softly. “She’ll take nicely to pain. Can you image what you can do to such a nice body? What man wouldn’t pay a small fortune to tie her up and whip her?” Sergei looked at the darkened glass rooms that each held a bidder, their anonymity guaranteed. So far, the night had been successful, but the two Americans would put them way over the top. Especially the next one.
“The bidding for Lauren will start at $100,000 and includes safe passage out of Mexico for your purchase.” He did one more thing to guarantee success. His hand slid around her waist, pushing into the tiny white panties and pulling them down until her pussy was revealed to the bright lights. Lauren tried to stop him, her hands trying to move up but they slumped back to her side. He revealed her blonde bush, the fine hairs barely able to hide her puffy pussy lips. He put two fingers between them, exclaiming loudly. “She gets wet with very little stimulation,” holding his wet fingers up into the air for all to see. The coup de grace was turning her around until her back was to the rooms. He slapped her ass, her body jerking, a pink handprint on her white cheek. He peeled back her ass cheeks, her muscles trying to fight him, but his fingers were too powerful. He revealed her asshole, the tiny hole barely visible. “This is the tightest asshole I ever felt, and the muscles fight you every inch of the way.” Not many men could resist the virgin ass of a young girl.
“One hundred thousand dollars, do I hear 150?” The lights above the rooms starting to light up as the men bid for Lauren. “One hundred fifty, 200, do I hear $250,000? I have 250, do I hear $300,000?” It was going better than planned. “I have $300,000, do I hear 350?” He paused looking up and down the row of ten rooms, not wanting to miss a bid, a small electronic bell going off when the red light lit up. “Three hundred, once, 300 twice, sold for $300,000 to bidder number eight.” This was the first purchase for bidder number eight and the most expensive so far.
“I’ll be right back with our final girl. You don’t want to miss this one.” He pushed Lauren slowly to the other side of the stage, Dmitri taking her away after putting her flimsy garments back on. Sergei walked around the back of the stage to come back to the other side again. Samantha stood waiting for him, swaying gently back and forth on the stiletto heels in her drugged stupor.
Sergei took out the black silk bag, sliding it over Samantha’s head, drawing the strings tight until the bottom of the bag tightened around her neck. He heard her muffled cries. She wore a flowing black robe that covered her, but that was meant to tease until he got her out in the center of the stage.
Samantha panicked when something went over her head, darkness surrounding her. It became harder to breathe, sucking in deep breaths. She felt a hand on her side, pushing her along, Samantha trying to shuffle her feet, but every step was a major undertaking. It seemed like hours before she was allowed to stop, feeling something hot shining on her. Her head was pounding, dizzy as she swayed back and forth.
“Our final girl. This one is priceless, her innocence intact, tested by our doctor thoroughly to guarantee your ultimate pleasure. An American, barely eighteen, a rarity among them, has never been entered. Samantha has full breasts, a slim waist and full hips. While we cannot guarantee her other holes have not been used, her mouth does have an excellent gag reflex and her asshole barely took the pinky finger of our doctor.” Sergei praised Samantha.
Samantha heard all that he was saying but only understood part of it. She remembered a doctor, thinking she had been hurt, but she found herself in stirrups, being intimately inspected. She was sure others were in the room, not sure if it were men or women. Her legs were drawn up high, feeling a finger snaking up her backside as she tried to protest. The worst part was the fingers pushed into her mouth as though they were trying to be driven down her throat, her stomach turning as she choked on them.
Sergei could imagine the men behind the dark glass gasping as he pulled the hood from her head, her eyes blinking rapidly as she tried to grow accustomed to the bright light shining on her body. She was a beautiful girl, light brown hair that hung half way down her back, though it was slightly matted from the oppressive heat. She had a tiny, upturned nose and full lips that were painted whore red to highlight them, so the men could imagine what they would do to their cocks. Her skin was smooth as silk, big green eyes that were now clouded from the drugs. The long, black flowing robe hung over her body, hiding it from the prying eyes of the men. He unzipped it, pulling the long zipper down until the robe began to slip from her shoulders. He blocked their view until he was ready to show off her wares to the bidders.
Samantha couldn’t see, blinded by the lights shining directly into her eyes, squinting as she tried to focus. There was someone next to her, hands touching her inappropriately, but the muscles in her arms felt like jelly, unable to move them more than a few inches before they collapsed and hung uselessly at her side. She looked down, the black robe around her body opened up, Samantha not sure what she had on underneath. She couldn’t remember dressing today. She felt the silky robe sliding down her skin and falling into a puddle at her feet. He was behind her, shivering in fear when she felt his calloused hands on her naked sides, looking down, surprised that her breasts were bare. Did I forget my bra and top? She felt a flush run over her body as she realized that he could see her naked breasts. The fingers crept across her stomach, slowly inching up until they cupped her breasts from below. She wanted to slap him, but all that she could do was cry out faintly. “No.”
Sergei dressed her provocatively. She was naked from the waist up, but below her waist was a diaphanous wrap-around skirt that clung low on her hips. You could see the thin wisp of her panties that left more to the imagination than concealed. He grabbed her wrists and drew them up until they were behind her head, her breasts rising up majestically, her nipples hard and pointed, almost pointing to the ceiling. He laced her fingers behind her back, keeping them tight, pushing out her arms until they bowed out to the side submissively. She began to breathe rapidly, her luscious breasts heaving up and down.
Micha had never seen such a beauty as this one. He had bought Lauren, American girls sought out by his wealthy clients, especially young Americans. His clients tended to the more jaded perversities, and nothing was more exciting than to force a young American girl to perform the perverse acts. His cock was hard at the thought of this one, a virgin to be trained.
