The Long Way Down
Copyright© 2009 by 3586088863
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - After falling into the clutches of a powerful former lover, a betrayed skydiver soon finds himself facing a terrible and inescapable fate.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult NonConsensual Drunk/Drugged Slavery Heterosexual BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Torture
As soon as I dive through the door, I realize something is wrong.
Certainly, many things are right and familiar. There is the exhilarating feeling of weightlessness, the whipping of the jumpsuit, and the roar of the wind.
And then, there is the afternoon sun glistening off the distant desert lake. But this beautiful sight is part of the problem.
You see, there are no lakes within a hundred miles of the drop zone.
Then where am I? Though I try to match the features below with the geography I've encountered on the job, I am unable to place myself anywhere in the country.
In my confusion, I seize upon a chilling thought.
I realize now with fear what lies below me.
Her hair still damp from the shower, the pilot emerges from the locker room. Crossing the hall into the empty men's locker room, she unlocks #103 and empties the customer's wallet. Having inspected the identification with satisfaction, she transfers half of the small stack of bills to her own wallet, where they nicely complement the foreign bills she has recently received. The other half go to the receptionist.
"Hey Jessica, this is for you. And close our latest customer's account. He won't be needing it anymore."
Jessica grins.
After spending a couple thousand vertical feet hoping that I am wrong, I finally resolve to act. A low-altitude opening, I decide, will minimize my chances of detection and hopefully get me back home safely. In another scenario it might be feasible to open high in an attempt to steer back, but probably not at this distance; all the while I'd also be a sitting duck.
As soon as I land, I hide the chute and take off to the north. There are parts of the border where some have successfully made the crossing. I don't know exactly how I'll do it, but one thing is certain: I can't stay put and just let myself be caught. It worries me to think what will happen if they discover a foreign officer on the edge of their military base.
Keep in mind that this isn't just any other country. For many years our diplomatic position regarding our female neighbors to the south has been one of deferential tolerance. Though we are perennially appalled by the leaked stories of their human rights transgressions -- especially the psychological and sexual torture -- their military's superior funding and technological sophistication have left us no choice but to tolerate their methods. Frankly, we consider ourselves fortunate that so far, they've been uninterested in bringing their military to bear against us.
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