Trafficked

Chapter One-2

Before long, he stopped at a large building with several over-sized, nude women shaped neons. We got out and paid him generously, so he would definitely come back.

“I pick you up at doce,” he reminded us. “Trust me. Twelve o’clock, no later, si?”

When we started to enter, we were stopped by a gorgeous woman with big t**s.

“Ten dollar each, niños,” she demanded.

We paid her and wandered around for a minute, before taking stools right in front of the stage. There were three beautiful, very athletic woman dancing up and down on the brass poles. Brian was right. They were all totally naked with carefully trimmed bushes. We stared at them, as a waitress wearing just a tiny black apron approached. It hung low on her hips and barely covered her t**t.

“Cerveza… beer?” she asked.

“Sure,” we all said.

The show went on.

Those women did things with their bodies that seemed impossible. Then one of them crawled over in front of me, did a summersault and nearly rubbed her bare p***y across my nose when she landed. Moments later she was on her feet crouching down in front of me with her knees wide apart. Then she handed me a Slim Jim. The wrapper was still sealed, so I accepted it.

“Open it gringo and hold it on the stage for me.”

I did, as she asked. The stick of meat rose up from my hand. She straddled it and lowered her crotch down, plucking the small, slim sausage from my hand with her talented p***y lips. She stood up and slid it in and out of her t**t with her fingers several times. Then she offered it to me, so I could take a bite.

Being rather reluctant to eat something that had been in her cunt, I shook my head back and forth. She just smiled and laughed, offering it to me again.

“Cometelo!”

Not knowing Spanish I hesitated.

“Eat it!” she demanded.

Reluctantly I took a bite.

“I’ll eat on your sausage in a little while,” she told me.

My buddies moaned as I ate it.

Before long she had finished dancing. She came around and led me into the back of the club. Once inside her room she put her arms around my neck and passionately kissed me, working her tongue deep in my mouth. Then I felt her hand on the bulge that had grown in my jeans. Her crotch rubbed up and down my hard c**k, while her hands grasped the bottom of my tee shirt and pulled it up over my head. We kissed some more, as she opened my pants and slid her hands down inside while sucking on my n*****s. My balls were rubbed with one hand while the other slid up and down my hard shaft.

“I like your big polla,” she whispered. “ I make you very happy.”

Soon I was naked and lying back on a lounge chair. My hard c**k was deep in her throat, and she sucked on it like a Hoover vacuum while doing amazing things with her tongue. I was getting really close to blowing when she pulled away.

“Not yet, Señor. You have to earn it.”

Before long my tongue was working on her p***y. I couldn’t help myself. I was so f*****g horny, eating out a beautiful, sexy woman from a strange country that I didn’t know. It made no difference to me at that point. I would have loads of stories to tell my buddies in the morning. Finally I latched onto her c**t and took her over the top. She howled and flooded me with her girl-c*m.

After her third or fourth orgasm, she changed positions. I was worshipping her rose bud while she sucked on my balls and licked my c**k.

Holy s**t! She turned me over and moved me around enough so her tongue was in my ass bud as well. There was no end to her needs, but finally she let me blow, swallowing every drop of my fiery juice.

But she was far from finished. She had me as hard as a poker in just a few minutes. Her long finger nails scraped and dug deep into my piss hole for a while, as she maneuvered her p***y over my mouth and tongue once more.

“Beberlo,” she said, as she slowly release her bladder.

I was shocked when I realized what was happening and knew I had no choice no matter how disgusting it was. I wondered, was this one of the things Brad tried to tell me about. But I was still hard and was ready to go once more. Soon the sexy woman was sitting in my lap and sliding up and down on my d**k. She rode my hungry c**k hard and fast as if she were riding a wild bronco. I knew this wouldn’t take long. Suddenly I exploded like a volcano, filling her cunt with my second load of molten c*m.

Moments later she was sitting on my face demanding that I bring her one more time. In just a minute or two she moaned with another orgasm, leaving my c*m and hers in my mouth. Being in such a s****l high, I swallowed it all.

Finally we dressed. “How much?” I asked.

“Twenty dollars, if you promise to come back tomorrow night.”

I handed her fifty dollars and promised her I would.

“Don’t tell your friends. They are… what do you call them… ‘sticks in the mud.’ I’ll show you lots more of my tricks tomorrow.”

“I’ll be here. I promise.”

“Be here by ten.

I got out and found my buddies, throwing dollar bills to the dancers, wondering why they weren’t getting any action.

“Hey, how’d it go?” Brian asked.

“It was good. Got a couple of blow jobs and had some great sex.”

“She into anything kinky? Tell us, what’d she do?”

“Lap dances, blow jobs, before f*****g my brains out,” I told him just to get him going.

“So what’d that cost you?”

“She wanted twenty bucks.”

“Mia told me she went to college in Florida. She actually speaks great English. She warned me that coming here was definitely not safe. It was best to stay away. One of the bouncers confronted me, but she told him I was an old friend from college. He told me not to come back here again if I knew what was good for me. I guess the taxi driver was right. Maybe we should get out of here while we can. Besides, he should be out front in about ten minutes.”

Actually I lied to them. I didn’t want them tagging along tomorrow. When we got outside, the cabby was waiting.

“Got your eyes filled?” he asked. “I don’t advise you guys to return here. You were very lucky tonight. The locals don’t really like you American gringos invading their island and trying to f**k their women.”

“Thanks for looking after us,” I said. When he dropped us off at the hotel, I handed him fifty dollars as well. He was pleased.

I looked around for the little sexy brunette, but didn’t have any luck. So I had a few more beers and decided to call it a night.

In the morning we played beach volleyball and did our best to get laid. After what Mia had promised for tonight I really didn’t care. I just hung out at the pool and relaxed. I really enjoyed watching the wet tee shirt contest even if the boobs were big. God! Today’s women have great bodies.

At dinner time there was a fantastic bar-b-que on the beach. We hung out, but I nursed a beer for a long time. I certainly didn’t want to get drunk before heading downtown for a second round with that sexy beauty. Finally about nine thirty, I decided to head out.

“I’ll catch you guys later. I met a girl earlier, and we’re going to hook up for a while.”

I wandered down through the crowd of drunken college students and soon disappeared out into the street to grab a cab.

I told the driver where to drop me off. He just smiled.

Again I paid the woman at the door the ten dollar cover and took a seat right in front of the stage, but she wasn’t there. I watched some of the dancers make love to the ten foot high brass poles and perform for tips. Moments later Mia came and brought me a cocktail. She leaned over, kissed me and placed the drink in front of me.

“I’m glad you came back. I’ve got extra special plans for you tonight.”

“I told you I would come. I’m looking forward to it.”

“I don’t have to work for another hour, so drink up, and we’ll go in the back for a while.”

After I downed the cocktail, she took my hand and led me around behind the stage and into the back of the club. By the time we got to her special spot, I was feeling rather dizzy. Things started to get blurry before I stumbled and staggered just a little.

“What’s the matter?” she asked with a coy smile. “Are you okay?”

“I… I… do – on’t k – n – o – o….”

When I awoke, everything around me was black as night. I was totally confused. It was one of those moments when you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. The trouble was – my hands wouldn’t reach my face to test that out. Things were really fuzzy. My head was pounding from the drugs that were put in my drink. I tried to wipe my eyes but quickly discovered that my wrists were locked in thick metal cuffs. When I tried to raise them, I immediately realized that they were fastened to my balls. I lay still, staring into a world of total darkness for a few more minutes. When I tried to move, I suddenly realized I was naked. The clouds in my brain seemed to clear just a bit. Again I tried to use my hands. My fingers touched the wide, thick, steel cuffs. It was obvious that they truly were fastened to my balls. My fingers rubbed across a heavy steel band that snugly circled my nut sac. The band was equal in size to the wrist cuffs and stretched my balls painfully at least two inches from my groin. My hand cuffs were fastened to a ring on the front of the metal band.

“Holy f**k!” I tried to scream, but suddenly I was aware of something filling my mouth. It felt like a large ball was forced behind my teeth, holding my tongue down. It was held there by a strap going around my head, sinched extra tight in the back.

My thoughts were jumbled and twisted by the drugs I had been given, but I knew I was in serious trouble. No one knew where I had gone. My buddies would think I had hooked up with some college chick. They would figure I would show up some time in the morning, but I wouldn’t. I wondered how long it would be before they missed me. After all, with all the booze and drugs and a thousand wild, s*x-crazed women, they might never give my disappearance a thought.

As I struggled to get loose, I tried to straighten my legs. Quickly I realized that my ankles were cuffed as well. Similar wide, thick metal bands encircled my lower legs. They too were fastened together and pulled up with my knees bent towards my ass. It became immediately apparent that the manacles that were holding my feet together were secured to my balls as well. I knew right then and there that I was in deep s**t. It was obvious even to a clouded mind that I was truly f****d. There was no possible escape. Any movement was impossible, so I silently yelled in the darkness, knowing it would do absolutely no good.