Kyle snapped his fingers saying, “I almost forgot.” He pulled out several pieces of paper and put them on the hood of the car. Pointing to various spots Kyle said, “Sign here, here and here. Initial these two.”
Jill looked at the papers, it was a “quick quit claim,” she was signing over her condo to Kyle. She wanted to cry, but she just couldn't make herself do it, not after everything so far. Looking at Kyle, he handed her one more piece of paper and signed it. She had just signed over everything that was in the apartment.
Folding up the papers Kyle said, “Now get into the passenger car and start fondling yourself until I say stop.” He smiled, as he watched her slide into the car. As he got into other drivers side door Kyle grinned as Jill slid her her right hand on to her breast and her left was sliding up her skirt.
Kyle pulled out a blind fold and wrapped it around her. Then they hit the road. After several minutes of silence her heard Jill start to breath heavily. “Orgasm if your like, but you have to roll down the window and make it loud.” A few more seconds went by and Jill rolled down the window and began a loud, long, orgasm. He watched her head roll back as she went back to fingering herself.
“Now, we have been on the road for a while and will be for another forty minutes. I am going to put you some place you have never been,” Kyle said. Jill was turning white as he spoke. Dropping me off in the middle of nowhere? Dressed like a whore? What am I suppose to do?
Grinning, Kyle said, “Jill you have no need to worry. I am going to give you to a friend of mine. This friend will have an hour or so to do with you as they please.” Continuing, he said, “Now this friend of mine, they are into some strange things. Maybe they run a brothel, or maybe they are into the white slave trade? Or maybe something else altogether, BDSM perhaps?”
As Jill let out another orgasm, she hated her body for rebelling against. A whore, a slave, or something worse? She began to tremble as she began another orgasm.
“The only stipulation for this friend is that in two hours you must be even further away from them or they will turn them over to me.”
Forty minutes later, the car stopped and Kyle said, “Get out and stand still.” He watched as the girl complied. He looked over to his friend. “You understand the conditions right?” Kyle asked his friend?
“Of course,” the person said.
White slave? Whore? Something else? And who is this friend? |