The Fantasy Factory: Edgy Role Play
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He trembled, staring at the empty screen. The letter read, Earn her keep. It suddenly made sense. She’d be sexually used for profit. With his wife at their mercy, they called the shots. All he could do was await their next demand.
*****
Daylight streamed through wall-cracks. She remembered being chloroformed multiple times throughout the night. At one point, she recalled awakening, in progress of being orally explored by the blue-eyed man. It was foggy like a dream, though felt so real.
She swore she felt his upper lips, claim her lower ones. The deeper she fell into the realm of REM sleep, the hotter she got. For a moment, she seemed to float from her body. Looking down upon her sleeping-shell, she watched mister blue-eyes spread her limp legs wider. Witnessing him bury his face inside her, she also felt his frantic tongue lap her wet juices.
Vicky hovered, studying her closed eyelids jittering from side to side. The feeling of the masked man’s teeth nibbled upon her fresh flesh. He chewed, sucked, and spit into her sleepy slit.
She was helpless to stop him, unwilling even if she could. The whole moment was too surreal to be reality, too arousing to be a dream. Climbing on top of the sedated girl, she watched the blue-eyed guard lower his pants. Positioning himself between her legs, he thrust inside the creamy cavern. Feeling every powerful inch, her muscle tension was completely shut down. Looser than a retired porn star, she was conquered by her captor. Vicky was his to use for pleasure.
Floating back to her body, she returned to unconscious blackness. Though even in her mind, she felt his withdrawal, capturing her ass next. Putting up no fight, the phantom man sacked her anal fortress.
The sensations in her sleeping body were stronger than awake. It was like a blind woman with heightened senses. Every hard landing against her ass cheeks, echoed through her soul.
Feeling his tense body weigh her down, every ounce of cold cum cooled her cellar. Even drugged asleep, the elixir of love fueled her like lustful potion. Orgasm infected every inch of her, trapped in a state of sleep. Exhausted and unsure, she drifted into darkness.
Awake for the day, she checked her holes. The only juices present were her own. There was no sign of penetration or cum. While she should’ve been relieved for the proof of trustworthiness, she was actually disappointed.
Another thought crowded her head. Turning towards the other bed, a fearful fact overtook her. Bonita...is she OK? She was choked...carried away. Did she wake up?
The door opened as the masked blue-eyed man approached. He carried a bag in his hands, walking beside her. She wondered, Should I ask him questions? He’s proven himself a trustworthy human being...at least, I think so. Is he gonna use that bag on me...smother me? Is he gonna have sex with me? Is it wrong I want him to want me?
Placing the bag down, he removed a key. “Any attempt to escape...will be a mistake.”
“I promise...I won’t try,” she sincerely said.
Nodding, the blue-eyed man unlocked Vicky’s cuff. She rubbed her wrist, staring over at the toilet. As much as she didn’t want to go in front of him, she’d soon explode.
Seeing Vicky’s directional gaze, the blue-eyed man said, “Don’t worry...I won’t look.”
“OK,” she said, rushing towards the toilet. Sitting down, she attempted to pee. Pausing, she gazed at her captor. As promised, he stared away. She began to flow, comforted by his truth. Suddenly, an opposite desire filled her. “You can watch me,” she said, wanting to reward him for honesty. The blue-eyed man quickly gazed at her, perched on the toilet. Her nipples grew, as her relaxed flow increased.
The blue-eyed man’s erection sprung to new heights. He silently thought, I need to fuck her so badly...though...I won’t treat her like a whore...a slave. She’s not one.
After dripping dry, she returned to the bed. Holding her wrist outward, the blue-eyed man shook his head no. “It’s OK.”
“Really? How come?”
“You trust me enough to pee...I can return that trust. That’s no easy task to accomplish. Besides, I’m here, guarding you. You won’t get away from me.”
She nodded, “I do trust you.”
Looking into her blue eyes, he asked, “Why is that? We don’t know each other. I’m a guy in a mask...that helped kidnap you.”
“I don’t know. Something about you...makes me feel safe,” she said.
Embarrassment filled him, having never heard such complimentary words before. They especially never came from a sex slave.
“You don’t even know my face.”
“But...it’s like I do. Like I see you under the mask or something,” she said, reaching out to remove it.
He quickly stopped her hand. “Don’t make me regret unchaining you.”
“Right, sorry.”
The blue-eyed man opened the bag, as Vicky watched closely. Instead of being used for sexual purposes, he removed a wrapped Baja pork taco and bottled water. He handed it to her. “You need to eat.”
“Thank you!” She grabbed it. “I’m starving.”
“You’re welcome,” he responded, turning to walk away.
How many sex slave guards have such manners? She wondered. I need to find out if this is real. I have to get him to tell me...to trust me enough. “Wait...umm, you didn’t tell me your name.”
He paused, thinking long and hard before answering. “Ace. You’ll understand if I exclude my last name.”
“Of course. Can you stay...while I eat, Ace? I’m kind of...in shock still,” she asked, quickly stuffing her mouth.
Pausing again, he knew better against forming bonds with captives. It only led to death. However, he turned around. Always compassionate to the prisoners, something about Mrs. Lane compelled him further. He sat down on the mattress next to her, watching her eat. She held the taco towards him. “Want some? I can share.”
“No thanks. I’m...free to get my own.”
“Of course...stupid me. So...does this job pay well? Good dental plan?” she asked, straining for warm-up conversation.
He smirked. “Go ahead. Ask what you really wanna know.”
“You’re willing to tell me?”
“No. But...who wouldn’t ask in this situation? Trust me...the less you know about your future...the better you are.”
An uneasy look crossed Vicky’s face. “I wanna know...what you look like under that mask,” she said, avoiding pressing the issue.
A look of shock formed underneath the mask. The blue-eyed Ace thought, Of all the things she could ask, that’s it? Her home life must suck. “Can’t do it. If you escape...I’ll be made.”
“I’d never turn in the man who helped me. Come with me...we can escape together!”
“Do I have to chain you again?” he warned.
“I’m sorry. Ok...then...Bonita. You said San Francisco? What will she do there?”
“Bonita?” he asked.
“The Mexican girl...who was brought in last night.”
“Oh...I try not to learn names.”
“Do you know mine?” Vicky asked.
Refusing to answer that, he addressed her original question. “The girl...she’s going to a brothel.”
“Am I going there too?”
He paused again, knowing he shouldn’t answer. “Not San Fran.”
“Am I going to Mexico?”
Blue-eyed Ace looked shocked. “How’d you know about Mexico?”
“Bonita...mentioned the country.”
A dark look crossed his face. “You’re going to Mexico to be auctioned. This place...is a midpoint for trafficking. You’re headed to Tijuana.”
“Can you please explain how this happened? I mean, I signed up for an abduction fantasy...not a career in prostitution.”
“I guess, it doesn’t matter at this point. The Fantasy Factory was just shut down by the government. They tried for years...finally decided to made their own rules. The feds seized the owners money, assets in the name of fairness. They went belly up.”
“What does that have to
do with me?” she asked.
“The owner also had his hand in brothels. He needed capital quickly. So, he sold his remaining accounts to us...fled the country.”
Panic crossed her face, as a tear rolled down her cheeks. She shook, having not actually believed it before. “You mean...this really is real? I’ll never see my husband again? My dog? My house? My life?”
Pain filled Ace’s eyes. He felt sympathy, a dangerous emotion in the trafficking business. A daring thought flashed in his mind, one of escape. The blue-eyed guard quickly dismissed the deadly idea. He had enough liability on his own. He didn’t need another life to worry about.
He removed a capped syringe from his pocket. “I’m supposed to move you now. It’s time to sleep again.”
The helpless blond went limp, submissive. Malaise filled her. Even though she was suspicious before, there was still hope within. It quickly vanished, leaving her empty. Ace rolled her over on the side, exposing her round butt cheek. After swabbing the sensual zone, he placed the spear’s tip against the skin.
“Wait,” she said. “Can you at least tell me...was my husband hurt? Is he OK?”
“He’s alive.”
“Can you get word to him...that I said goodbye. That I’m sorry for any trouble I caused? That I love him.”
“I can’t do that...I’ll be tracked, killed.”
“OK,” she said, shutting her eyes.
Right before administering the injection, Ace said, “I’ll tell him.” The needle was entered, plunger emptied.
A last whisper escaped Vicky’s breath. “Thank you, Ace.” Her eyes rolled upward, and she was asleep.
Rolling her back over, he studied her beautiful face. He said, “You’re welcome, Vicky Lane,” proving he knew her name. She didn’t hear it. Ace leaned in towards her lips, lifting his mask. He kissed her. The act only increased his desire to help her. The danger to his life increased with it.
*****
Vicky awoke in darkness. She wasn’t in a trunk or vehicle. The air was exterior, though stale. A warm, dusty draft entered her nose. She was bound at the wrists and ankles. Driven in a utility cart, she was stuffed in the open back bed.
Seeing a ceiling crack above, it became apparent she was in an underground tunnel. Having been asleep, she assumed the journey was ending. As the motorized cart stopped, two Mexican federale officers approached the vehicle.
Vicky saw the sown patch upon their vests. It was a badge with the word, policía. On the sides of their arms was the Mexican flag. Seeing an opportunity for help, the blond captive shouted, “Help me! I’ve been kidnapped!”
The two men ignored her words. Instead, their hands paid attention to her body. One roved and squeezed her breasts, the other explored her vaginal lips and asshole. Then, the two men switched places.
Oh no, they’re part of this too! She silently realized. Having heard of the country’s sex trade, her heart pounded. Although she’d heard stories of the corruption, she never really believed it. If the police are bad, who’ll save me? I’m screwed.
The masked leader exited the passenger side, blue-eyed Ace stayed at the steering wheel. Each officer was handed a wad of pesos. After counting the money, the federales nodded, “Avanzar,” they said, instructing them to move along.
“Gracias muchachos,” the leader said, returning to the cart. Ace drove onward.
In moments, they exited the tunnel into a moonlit desert. Looking around, Vicky could see open fields and distant mountains. After a while, they arrived at a van. The leader transferred her inside.
Two other men waited, bagging her in a full shroud. She gasped, tied shut. She didn’t kick or fight. Instead, her mind focused on Ace. He promised he wouldn’t let them hurt me.
She also thought of her husband, Gavin. What could he be feeling right now? Is he organizing a rescue? He’s probably still thinking this is a role-play. Then, her mind shifted to an unknown future. The only certainty was sex. As hot as it was to be objectified in fantasy, reality was turning out a bit different.
After a twenty-minute drive, the car came to a stop. The van was opened. As Vicky was freed from the suffocating bag, she gasped for air. The two Mexican nationals lifted her out. Loud sounds and busy sights crowded her senses. No longer in California, she’d entered Tijuana.
Brought into a large building, it was much nicer than the surrounding landscape. Whoever owned it was much wealthier than their neighbors. Vicky looked around for Ace, panicking when she didn’t see him. He broke his promise, she told herself.
She was taken into a room with other nude girls. Placed on her feet, there were no other blonds. Tanned, dark haired Latinas joined her. All the slaves were curvy, naturally sexy. They didn’t stare or speak, per instruction.
The girls were lined up at a door. Loud speaking and music sounded from the next room. As the door opened, bright red lights filled the captives’ eyes. Led forward to a stage, they faced a crowd of drunken horny men.
Jeers and catcalls began. The announcer spoke in Spanish. Although Vicky didn’t understand it, the highest bidders would win one night with their girls. It was a common practice before the slaves were moved to the higher-priced brothels. Anything was on the table but snuff.
Each man was invited on stage, allowed to examine the offerings. All 50 customers made their way down line. The first Mexican man kneeled, burying his nose inside a spicy Latina’s sweet spot. Placing his hands upon her thick ass cheeks, he sniffed deeply. Licking and tasting her, the young slave jittered, feeling her clit suckled.
Not used to the incredible sensation, the tanned virgin pulled away. Embarrassed by the pleasure she felt, she reacted by pushing the aggressive man further. Before she knew it, a belt lashed her curved ass cheeks. She cried out, immediately returned into submission. The angry customer moved on.
Arriving at Vicky, he aggressively sniffed her. Nearly nose fucked, she felt the man’s stubble sting her shaved snatch. She was both bothered and aroused. His liquored lips teased her tender flaps.
Sliding up her soft stomach, rough hands traced her crescent hips. Grasping her pale breasts hard, he watched her face stiffen. Each nipple was twisted, pulled, and sucked upon. A low moan trickled from her lungs.
The next man pushed the current customer aside, hungrily dropping to his knees. He buried his face into the curvy blonde’s snatch. After feasting on her juicy fruit, he turned her around. With her ass facing him, he smacked it hard. Spanked in front of the entire club, Vicky was embarrassed and aroused. Her pale skin turned bright red, stung by endless blows. Spreading her round cheeks, he rimmed her savory star.
With each customer, they only got more aggressive. She also crept closer to orgasm. Slowly, each girl around her broke down, moaning with sounds of forced pleasure.
Vicky didn’t want to cum in front of them. Looking around, she desperately wished the blue-eyed man would save her. Although she didn’t know much about him, it didn’t matter. His presence made her feel safe, which meant everything in that moment. Ace is gone. He sold me, did his job. He’s not coming back, she reminded herself.
She was the last to avoid orgasm, appearing she might even make it. As the rough line was spent, the last man arrived. He slowly kneeled at her slit. Moving towards her with caution, his lips gently kissed her pink palace.
A gasp exited her lungs, feeling his passionate breath cool her sizzling flesh. The customer bathed his face in her feminine waters. His tongue entered her velvet vortex. Pumping with passion, he made love to her with his mouth.
All fear eroded, as she was forced to let go. Shivering in sensation, Vicky bit her bottom lip. Having never cum from oral before, the feeling was different than a cock. It was tenderly pleasing, yet teasing.
The man slid upward, sticky red flesh clung to his nose. He skied through her breasted valley. Arriving face to face, Vicky inhaled her sweet scent on his breath. The handsome customer backed away, coming into full focus. He was Caucasian, had dark gelled hair, strong jaw line.
Placing a finger to her full lips, the unmasked man quieted her. Moving down the line, he played the role, sniffing and groping potential partners. As the sampling finished, the announcer walked up on stage. In Spanish, he began the bidding on each girl. One by one, the girls went off with their nightly buyers. Coming to Vicky, a fierce bidding war began.
The exchange rate was 15 pesos per 1.00 U.S. dollar. Starting at 10,000 peso (about $650 U.S.), Ace held up his hand. Five more bidders jumped in. Hitting the 50,000 peso mark, Ace remained confident. The volley continued, forcing one of the five men to drop out. At 60,000 pesos, another dropped. As 70,000 was reached, yet another fell.
As the number increased to 100,000 pesos, only Ace and a rough looking man were left. From the shrapnel damage to the competitor’s face, it was clear he’d seen violence. It wasn’t near the violence he enacted on prostitutes.
For the first time that night, Ace started to sweat. He was well beyond his pocket cash, having to resort to plan B. The war continued on, reaching 200,000 pesos. The crowd buzzed, as Vicky’s face went cold. Hard to see through the bright lights, the bidder’s tone was not one of warmth. It was obviously not Ace. The scratchy throat sounded like nails in a garbage disposal.
Expecting the auction to be over, the auctioneer called a final count down. “Uno, dos...”
“20,000 U.S. dollars!” Ace called out, causing the room to explode in cheers.
Anger painted the competitor's face, as he gave up.
“Ganador!” the auctioneer shouted, declaring Ace the winner. Handing over a credit card, Ace signed quickly.
Since prostitution is legal in Mexico, paying with credit is commonplace. With illegal acts, such as breeding, the company just uses a laundering business to charge it to. Therefore, it appears to be for another product.
Luckily for Ace, that wasn’t an ID-checking type of place. He grabbed the card, hurrying off to claim his prize.