Amy and Vivian Go Missing

Amy and Vivian had not intended to enter the ultimate nightmare of despair that would end in their complete sexual degradation. Their trip had started off with only carefree optimism. The two had decided to visit the far-flung Republic of Argenistan because they wanted to get away and because they assumed that, although corrupt and crime-ridden, that their parents’ money would bribe them or buy them whatever they wanted. Besides, this trip was the final grand adventure between high school and college, and both pampered 18-year-old girls yearned to make the most of it, in no small measure by going to a place that was edgy and exotic. Cancun? They both scoffed at such a conventional notion. Argenistan seemed to promise genuine thrills, not to mention enough of a rugged experience to help keep the parents from wanting to tag along!

So it was that Amy and Vivian began what they thought would be the adventure of their lives.

Amy was tall at 5’7, slender yet somehow impressively curved, her blonde hair cut just above her shapely shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled like the open ocean when she saw something she lusted after – which was often. Her soft-spoken manner and shyness only lasted until she got to know you, and then she became the demanding, typically spoiled rich girl. Her friend Vivian was in some ways the polar opposite. Vivian’s body was shorter and stockier at 5’3, her breasts fuller yet just as perky. Vivian’s dark hair was the color of a priceless dark wood veneer, and her chestnut eyes glinted with mischief whenever she grew bored, which was often. She was outspoken and aggressive, even with people she hardly knew.

Both girls would soon learn that not all young women could afford to act as they did – and that haughtiness could be a person’s undoing.

After arriving on a beautiful spring day, Amy and Vivian rented a car at the Argenistan National Airport and began their drive along the decrepit main highway. The potholes reminded Amy of craters made by meteorites, and there wasn’t another soul on the road. They had started feeling uncomfortable at the outset, with the lingering looks the security guards had given them before letting them depart from the airport parking garage. Argenistan might have been a relatively stable country, but it was still ruled by a dictator, and the quietly foreboding atmosphere was not something that the two young women had counted on when they had fantasized about the country’s isolated tourist resorts. Corrupt capitalism was one thing, free speech and real progress quite another.

About an hour from the airport the engine in their ancient-looking car abruptly sputtered to a stand-still, and the two girls exchanged nervous glances.

“Don’t worry, babe. I got this.” Vivian whipped out her prepaid cell, and promptly got no signal whatsoever. She tapped her fingers nervously on the fabric of her short skirt and swore.

Soon afterward an army jeep pulled up and two handsome officers hopped out.

“Can we help you ladies?” the older man with the neatly trimmed goatee offered, his dark eyes caressing each girl’s curves.

Amy nodded, about to say something when Vivian snorted.

“Can you? I don’t know, CAN you? Are your cars all built as crappy as your roads? What kind of country is this? We are here on vacation, not to suffer in the middle of some shithole! You get me? Take us to our hotel. We want the White Isle Resort. Do you know where that is or do you even know what GPS is in this godforsaken country?”

The officer exchanged a look with his comrade before suddenly pulling out a gun loaded with tranq darts. He quickly shot each woman in the leg. Before they knew what had hit them, both girls slumped to the earth, consciousness dissolving like a dream eaten away by acidic nightmares.

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Amy awoke first, aware of the kiss of a breeze on her naked skin. Naked? Wait, she WAS naked, completely unclothed. Her wrists and ankles were bound spread-eagled, and she was on a picnic table under the hot sun. A soldier lounged beside her, his handsome face perking up as he saw that she was awake.

“Good morning, beauty. You were out for longer than expected, didn’t mean to put so much juice in those darts. Now you’re awake though, so the fun can begin. I need to ask you some very important questions, and you best be very, very honest because in my country we do ALL KINDS of nasty things to lying bitches. Understand?”

The sexy blonde felt her heartbeat skyrocket, thundering like a frantic mare inside her chest. She tested out her bonds, wriggling her wrists and ankles, but they were expertly tied, holding her fast.

“Please let me go. Why am I naked? Y-you can’t do this. Please…What, what questions?” she wailed.

“Oh, sorry. Amy, right?” The soldier looked at her driver’s license before flinging it to the earth. “You not be needing that anymore. My name is Karzec. My companion Anatoli is interrogating your friend. Now, I need to ask you some questions. We found traces of illicit drugs smuggled in your luggage when they went through airport security. You want to tell us who you’re smuggling the drugs for? Hmm? Speak up, girl. I’m listening carefully.”

Amy sputtered. She couldn’t believe what this idiot was saying. Drugs? Of course they hadn’t brought any drugs in. The naïve girl didn’t yet realize that this was all just part of the game, that Karzec had no genuine belief in the words he was saying, that this was all a nightmarish pretext for what was to come.

“I…We didn’t bring in ANY drugs. There must be some mistake. You must have gotten someone else’s luggage mixed up with ours. When we got our luggage back no one said there was any problem. There weren’t any drugs in our bags!”

The handsome army officer with the goatee gave her a long look, his eyebrows arching. “Oh really? Then how you explain this, sexy girl?” He hefted her duffel bag, unzipped it and revealed huge sealed bags filled with some kind of white powder. “We tested it, all positive for drugs, girl. Here I give you the chance to come clean and you lie to me. This is not a good start, sweetie. You know what we soldiers do to haughty young sluts who lie to us and break our country’s laws? Hmm?”

As the man began to strip Amy’s eyes grew bigger and bigger.

“What-what the hell do you think you’re doing? Let me go!” Amy gaped as the man stripped first to the waist, then out of his boots and pants, and finally discarding even his socks and underwear. His long, thick, vein-webbed shaft hung like an obscene spear of flesh, and it pointed directly at her prone, naked form.

“What does it look like American slut? I am continuing your interrogation. Upping the ante, as an American gambler would say.” The handsome soldier lit a cigarette and took a long pull on it, then dangled the end of the burning cigarette just above the beautiful blonde’s exposed pussy. “You tell me what I want to know now? Who gave you the drugs to smuggle? Yes?”

Amy shook her head, her beautiful face contorting with fear. “No! Please stop this. I told you the truth. We didn’t smuggle anything!”

The middle-aged soldier shook his head. “Too bad, slut. This is what lying gets you.” He stabbed the burning end of the cigarette into the sensitive skin just above her pussy. Amy screamed, writhing on the table as the butt of the cigarette scorched her once-pristine skin. She was still writhing in pain as Karzec flicked the cigarette out of the way and leapt onto the table, inserting his cock between her exposed pussy lips and thrusting in one deep, brutal push while his hands clenched onto her shoulders.

He filled her pussy with difficulty, thrusting his straining shaft into her dry snatch. The girl groaned at the pain of the fullness and friction, whimpering as he slid both hands to her vulnerable breasts, squeezing and groping them with impunity.

“Uh!!! Uh! UH!! Now maybe we get somewhere. With my cock raping your slut American pussy, maybe you talk now, hmm? What’s wrong, cunt? Not wet for me yet? We get you plenty wet and dripping soon enough. For now just lie back and enjoy this. It’s paradise compared to what Anatoli and I have in store for you and your friend!”

Tears gathered on Amy’s face. “No! Stop it! Take it out!” she wailed, her body protesting at this brutal violation. But Karzec ignored the pleas of his alluring captive, thrusting his cock viciously into her snatch again and again and again, reaching down with one hand to tease her clit between fucks just enough to get the tiniest bit of moistness creaming up inside her violated cunt. After maybe twenty minutes of this rough fucking and tantalizing clit-teasing, the sexy blonde’s pussy ached from the vicious coupling, but it was a dull ache rather than a throbbing pain. Slowly, between Karzec’s slimy pre-cum and Amy’s primal reaction, an understanding was reached between the invading cock and the pussy it was raping so fervently.

Amy looked up at the burning sun, squinting hard before Karzec blotted out her view from above, his face leering down at her as his cock slid once more to the hilt, his entire thickness encased in her helpless sex.

“You getting’ a bit slick down there, cunt. Mmm…your pussy likes getting fucked by a real man, not one of those tiny American pricks. Tell me, bitch…you ready to talk yet?”

Amy shouted. “NO!” She whimpered then as Karzec covered her cute mouth with one massive hand, shutting her up as he pulverized her loins with thrust after potent thrust, the slapping sound of his testicles joining the cadence of his grunts.

“Uhhh…you milking my balls like a good little slut. Mmm. You ever wanted to get pregnant, bitch? Maybe soon you get your chance!”

Amy shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks to wet her captor’s hand.

“Awww, don’t cry bitch. I bet you’re wondering what happened to your girlfriend. What’s her name? Vivian, right? Ohh, sweet girl…you think I’m bad, you should see what Anatoli likes to do to women and sexy young girls like you. Your girlfriend will be lucky to survive the night, oh yeah.”

Amy’s slender body squirmed and writhed as the soldier continued to savagely fuck her, pounding her pussy without mercy as her grunts and his mingled in a brutal symphony.

**********

Vivian’s young, naked body squirmed as she looked down at the hard, sharp edge of the rail that lay just tantalizing inches below her exposed pussy. Her wrists were chained above her head, and only slits of light filtered through the basement windows. Between her legs sat a “horse” which was nothing more than several blocks of wood lashed together to form a primitive seat with four legs, except this horse was fashioned from sadistic intent, with a sharp metal rail attached to the horizontal board which formed the “saddle,” and in the center of the saddle stood a tall, ribbed bright red dildo.

A strong, muscle-bound brute walked in slow, predatory circles around his teenage captive. His grizzled face matched his deadened eyes, shot through with the gray hue of a lifeless winter.

“Well bitch,” Anatoli said. “Do you feel like talking now or should I lower that pussy onto Big Red and let you feel a huge cock in your pussy?”

Vivian turned to Anatoli, her young face mingling with conflicting emotions, fear but also outrage.

“Let me go! You can’t keep me here! Where is Amy? What have you done with her?”

The Argenistani officer chuckled. Walking up to the pretty brunette, he idly palmed her breasts, squeezing her nipples and admiring the way she squirmed as the buds beaded up, relishing her plaintive moan.

“You had your chance to come clean, bitch. I’ll give you one more opportunity to save yourself. The drugs, who gave them to you?”

Vivian spat in his face. “I don’t know, and you know this is WRONG. Let us go. Uhhh. Stop!” Vivian groaned as the man clasped her underneath her hips and slowly positioned her pussy above the giant red phallus. “No!” Vivian squealed as Anatoli swiftly lowered her exposed pussy onto the gargantuan shaft. Her cunt hugged every inch of the invading cock as she groaned with the sense of complete fullness, her pussy assaulted by sensations as she was brutally penetrated by the artificial prick. Anatoli walked over to his “work” table of toys now, grabbing a long, black crop, which he proceeded to swat against her breasts.

“AHhh! OW!” Vivian cried, her body forced to wiggle on the huge red dildo each time Anatoli created a new wave of awful sensations, smacking her chest with the crop as the loud slaps resounded throughout the room with every hit. Pain and tantalizing stimulation akin almost to pleasure shot through her supple cones and throughout the rest of her torso, something strange settling in her pussy, and her sex continued to heat up the longer it engulfed the crimson cock. Soon the constant cadence of smacks and groans filled the room, and Anatoli watched with a critical eye as the brunette’s constant squirms only served to further grind her pussy atop the obscenely long prick.

“How does it feel, little American cunt, having a nice, huge cock filling your tight snatch? Does it make you HOT? Hmm?” Anatoli came up behind Vivian, dropping the crop and now cupping her breasts, squeezing them hard like kneaded dough as she groaned.

“Let me go, bastard! You’ll pay for this,” Vivian huffed. But the foreign army officer smiled, a glacial smile, and his hand dipped down to her pubic muff, yanking at her pubic hair as she cried out.

“AAHHH!”

“I have been patient with you, slut, but your verbal antics grow tiresome. You will learn that to obey and meekly submit is your only hope of surviving. We do not treat foreign sluts who try to smuggle drugs into our country with anything approaching mercy. So beware!” After saying this, the hulking brute of a man slipped a finger across Vivian’s clit, slowly rubbing back and forth as he ordered her to move her hips and grind on top of the big red cock.

Vivian stiffened at the command.

“What? No! You can’t make me!” she said.

“Want to bet?” Anatoli hissed. He grasped a wicked-looking knife from the table of toys and came back to her, pressing the flat of the cold, sharp blade against the teenage girl’s left breast. Then he lowered the knife, resting the fine point of it against her tiny clitoris.

“You want me to cut off your clit, bitch? Or are you going to start humping this cock like a good little slut?”

Vivian whimpered, finally seeming to surrender, and moments later her slender nakedness was gyrating, her pussy swiftly pumping up and down the ribbed dildo. Anatoli gently rubbed her clit with his free hand, watching her snatch writhe on the dildo even as he readjusted his grip on the knife in his other hand.

“Yes, that’s a good bitch. Wiggle that ass and impale yourself. Fuck yourself like the worthless fuck-toy you are.” He looked into the girl’s tormented eyes, relishing the pain in their depths. She was forced to participate in her own rape, sliding her young pussy up and down that demented shaft, and he sensed now that she was well on the way to breaking. This was what he loved most, breaking in newly captured slave girls. There was nothing else remotely as satisfying.

Anatoli leaned over, giving the startled brunette a passionate kiss, filling her mouth with his tongue even as the red dildo ricocheted along the insides of her teenage cunt. Vivian used the leverage of the chains above her head to lift up her slender body and re-impale her intimate sex again and again on the ribbed shaft, moaning as Anatoli deepened the kiss, the invasion of his tongue coinciding perfectly with the invasion of the shaft inside her depths.

Finally, Vivian sighed with relief as Anatoli withdrew, but the man’s cruel fingers still rubbed insistently across her clit, stoking her libido like a merciless slave-master as she plunged herself down on it again and again and again, pumping her cunt roughly to swallow up its huge girth and impressive length as her chained wrists chafed against the metal. Her pussy slowly began to respond to Anatoli’s constant attentions, his deft, insistent fingers brushing softly now up and down her clitoris as the stimulation-enhancing surface of the shaft awoke new sensations deep inside her twat — the ultimate two-pronged attack.

The young brunette moaned then, her jaw going slack as she felt shame burn in her cheeks, her nipples hardening as the unexpected arousal surged, unwanted yet instinctual.