Slaves Market - Taken
Copyright© 2020 by Titman69
Chapter 10
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Beautiful,white and famous women are kidnapped and sold as slaves to the highest bidder.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Rape Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Harem Interracial White Female Oriental Male Anal Sex
International airport of Nairobi.
Rebecca has just passed the police check and is waiting for her luggage.
“Good evening, Miss Johnson. Did you have a good trip?”
Surprised, Rebecca turns around. A man of color, very tall and elegantly dressed, holds out his hand.
“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jason Wallace and I am the executive director of White Inc”., he continues, showing her some papers.
“I extend a warm welcome to you on behalf of the company.”
Rebecca, somewhat surprised by this welcome, extends her hand to him in turn; unexpectedly, he kisses her hand reverently.
“The car is waiting for us. Don’t worry about your luggage. We take care of everything”, the man continues, like a man used to giving orders.
“Oh, you are very kind”, she manages to say.
A flashy limo waits outside. A driver in an impeccable uniform opens the door for her.
“Would you like something to drink, Miss Johnson?” The man courteously offers her.
“No thanks. I’m pretty tired and I wouldn’t want...”
“A cup of tea or coffee”, he insists?
“Very well ... A coffee, thank you”.
The limousine travels through the plantations and small overcrowded hamlets that surround Nairobi. Rebecca feels overwhelmed by the curious impression of well-being with which Africa welcomes its visitors. The blue sky, the red earth, the smells...
“I’m sorry to have to give you bad news, Miss Johnson,” said the man, presenting her with the coffee in what appears to be an expensive old porcelain cup.” Our CEO, Mr. MM, had to leave without notice ... It was so fast that we could not warn you.”
Rebecca squirms in her seat.
“Nonetheless,” Jason continues, “it will be a great pleasure for me to take care of you and answer your questions...”
“This is not acceptable, Mr. Wallace,” she said at last, barely concealing her anger.
“Believe me, I am very sorry, Miss Johnson, but the president is not in Nairobi.”
“When is he coming back?, she asks, putting down her cup irritably.
“Not before two weeks...”
“But... !”. Rebecca is exhausted. She had her story and Gary in her clutches and now...
“Wasn’t it possible to delay his departure for a few hours? She asks in vain.
.”Believe me, I’m so sorry...”,. is Jason’s only response. The limousine is caught in a huge traffic jam that is very common on the way to central Nairobi. Inside, the silence that continues is more and more tense. Rebecca, seeing that everything is ruined, decides to risk it all:
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