This last installment is dedicated to my little cumtoy - get well soon.
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It was cum rag who broke the news to her, on the morning of that fateful day. Cunt slime had known she would have to leave this place and the girl she had fallen in love with, but she had not expected that day to come so fast. Of course she had no choice. In this new life, there were no choices to be made - just orders to be followed. Her feelings didn't matter - she was a commodity to be advertised and sold to the highest bidder.
When cum rag broke the news to her that morning, cunt slime grabbed her and hugged her tightly as tear rolled down her eyes. Cunt slime was naked - she had just finished shaving, and was about to put on her dress, when cum rag told her that she would be dressing differently today.
Cum rag initially stiffened (the girl wasn't much in to displays of affection, but cunt slime couldn't care less) but hesitantly returned the hug. Cunt slime could feel the girl's breath on her shoulder as they embraced, their breasts pressing against each other. Cunt slime's breasts were heavy and full in preparation for that morning's milking, and she could feel droplets of moisture on her hardening nipples. They were anticipating cum rag's fingers and lips to relieve them of the pressure building up behind them.
The smell of cum rag's skin and the warm touch of her breasts under the thin dress aroused dark feelings of lust in cunt slime. This would be the last time she would see this girl, feel her body and her soft touch. She wanted the girl so badly.
She pushed cum rag on to the bed and straddled her. Bending down to the surprised girl's face, she kissed the soft pink lips gently at first, and then with increasing urgency. Her hands grabbed the front of the girl's tube dress and pulled it down, with the girl's rather small tits popping up from under the upper edge of the dress. Cunt slime's lips locked next on each of the pale pink nipples in turn, savoring their texture and while inhaling the sweet smell of the girl's skin, burning the sensations in to memory.
Cunt slime's hand pulled the girl's dress up to her waist. Cum rag wasn't wearing panties. Cunt slime parted the girl's outer lips with her fingers, watching her open up like a blossoming rose bud. She explored the girl with her tongue, memorizing the musky sweetness of the girl's clit, the salty tang of her urethra and the sweetish-sour flavor of her cunt.
Cunt slime wanted to take the memory of the girl where ever she was being sent to. Cum rag had been her friend, her mentor and her strength ever since she had been brought here. Cum rag had taken care of her and taught her the skills she needed to survive.
As she parted the girl's legs and slid hers in between in the scissor position that cum rag had taught her, she really wanted one final orgasm with the girl. An orgasm she could return to, time and again, in her mind. It felt so good, grinding her cunt against the girl's tightly closed outer lips. She wanted it to be memorable for the girl as well. Cum rag had once told her that it felt incredible to scissor against a girl who had large inner lips that felt so soft and could caress like moist butterfly wings.
As they both reached their orgasm together, cunt slime felt incredibly happy. Even though she was being taken away from the girl she had come to love, she would have this one last memory to keep her company. It also felt good, knowing that with cum rag's juices smeared on her cunt, she would be taking a bit more than a memory with her to the place where she was being sent to.
Dressed in the elegant black dress, with black high heeled shoes and a small (empty) purse to match, she hugged cum rag goodbye before the Russian gruffly pushed her towards the waiting Land Rover parked in front of the wooden house. She was made to sit at the uncomfortable back seat, and she could feel each bump on the rough forest trail through the entire one hour ride.
Finally, the Land Rover emerged from the forest at the side of a federal road. Waiting, with its lights flashing, was a police car. The young officer who had raped her and cum rag was standing by the vehicle smoking a cigarette. He unlocked the doors and cunt slime and the Russian got in the back seat. Sirens blaring, the cop floored the accelerator even before cunt slime managed to put her seat belt on. At the speed of travel and the steel mesh in the windows, cunt slime couldn't see very well where they were going, but it looked like they were traveling in the direction of the French border. The police car stopped on the outskirts of Biberach, on the side of the B415 federal road. The Russian got out, made a call, and motioned for cunt slime to get out. He handed her a pair of large sun glasses and ordered her to put them on.
As soon as they were out, the police car sped away. A few minutes later, a taxi arrived, and the Russian made her get in before he did. "Zum Flughafen Lehr, bitte," announced the Russian to the oriental looking taxi driver.
During the ride, cunt slime wondered why they were so confident that she would not try to run away or to tell the taxi driver she is being kidnapped. That confidence scared her. That meant, they had everything under control. Even if she did tell the taxi driver to take her to the police... well, she had just been brought here in a police car. What guarantee did she have that she wouldn't end up in jail on a trumped up charge and be eventually found hanging from her cell? Even if she took the risk, what would she gain? Going back to the life where she came from? Her family had already given her up for dead. If she went back to work, people would whisper behind her back and wonder about whether she is still sane after her experience. When a prospective date googled her name, he would probably decide not to show up. Every time she saw a man looking at her, she would wonder whether he was one of the perverts who subscribed to the live streaming of her humiliation and rape. Besides, cum rag had taught her how to be happy, being a mindless sex slave. "Thinking only brings pain, serving brings satisfaction," was what the girl had said.
The drive to Lahr took just 10 minutes. The Lahr Airport was formerly a Canadian Forces base, now turned in to a private airfield. The Russian directed the taxi driver away from the terminal building towards a guarded entrance near the hangars. At the gate, the Russian got out and showed a document to the guards. As one guard examined the documents, another walked over to the taxi and peered in to the back window. After a minute, they were waved through.
The Russian pointed at an open hangar and the taxi sped towards it. Inside the hangar was a gleaming white Learjet with the door open and the staircase lowered. Two men wearing black suits were standing next to it. The Russian asked the taxi driver to wait, and walked with cunt slime towards the men. He motioned for her to take the sunglasses off.
The two men looked up and down at her, and consulted a set of photographs. Then she was ordered to lift up her dress and show the men the dark scar from the branding. The last test was pressing her thumbs on a fingerprint scanner connected to a laptop.
Finally, the two men smiled, and shook hands with the Russian. Without even a wave goodbye, he turned around and headed towards the taxi. The men motioned cunt slime to board the luxurious business jet.
As the jet took off, heading to a private airfield in Turkey where she would be put on another private jet belonging to the prince himself, cunt slime took the last look she would get of the country where she was born, and took comfort in the fact that, between her legs, she carried the musky cunt juices of her only true friend in her life.
The End.
Stay tuned for the Epilogue... And I promise it will be within this weekend
