[Fiction] The cabin in the woods

[Runesmith]

Cunt slime had to learn how to give massages. Cum rag explained that this would be expected of the lowest whores in the harem. She was shown diagrams, and cum rag demonstrated on her how the techniques were done. Then came the practice. She first practiced on cum rag. It was exciting and incredibly erotic. Touching another woman's body so intimately was not something cunt slime thought she would enjoy. But seeing the pleasure it gave the girl made her feel as if she was at least being useful. Providing pleasure to someone else was something that provided a deep sense of satisfaction.

Although in the harem she would be expected to provide massages to the prince's wives, being a low whore, she was not exclusive to the prince. Low whores were also used by the prince's retinue and his body guards. This meant she had to learn how to massage men as well. She was ordered to practice on the Rapist and the Cook. Cum rag showed her where the technique differed when massaging men, and how to tease them while massaging their thighs, so that their cocks would be erect when she asked them to turn over. Those massages always ended up with her being used in one hole or the other. In most cases, it was her mouth. Cum rag told her that this would be the case in the harem as well.

The milking continued. A week after the naming, on the 4th week of her captivity, the beads of moisture being expressed from her nipples started turning white. Cum rag was beaming as she ran to fetch the men. Even the Russian smiled. Cum rag explained to her later that the gang would get a bonus payout if she were lactating when she was delivered to the buyer.

The amount of milk increased rapidly. Each day, cum rag brought her a bitter tasting tea that she said promoted lactation. By the end of that week, cunt slime was able to fill a coffee cup with the milk she expressed. Her tits grew visibly larger and her nipples felt tight and hard most of the time. She loved it when cum rag latched her lips on her nipples and suckled during their love-making.

Yes, love-making. Cum rag had started on training her how to pleasure women - another duty she had to perform in the harem. Cunt slime couldn't believe how much she loved exploring cum rag's body and her intimate secrets. She loved how the girl laughed when she was ticklish, how her expression changed depending on how aroused she was, how she moaned when cunt slime's finger slid in to her anus. The mutual pleasuring was a beautiful tender thing, in stark contrast to the rough, hard use she experienced with men... and she enjoyed both ends of the spectrum. It's the middle that she couldn't care for much.

At times, she caught herself day dreaming about herself and cum rag. The two of them on a beach somewhere... the two of them living in a small and cozy place far from here... yes, she could easily imagine spending the rest of her life with the girl. Yet, she knew that was only a dream. If it ever happened, that rest-of-her-life would be very short, and would most likely end with a bullet in the head and a cremation with thermite. The thing that broke her heart was having to leave the girl here, alone with these men, when she was sent away.

The days flew by, and the day for her to leave the cabin in the woods ultimately dawned.

To be continued...

[submissive-ana]

Pouts at waiting for an update. Hehe x

[Runesmith]

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

[Runesmith]

Epilogue:

There are two things you can guarantee about Zurich - the weather would always be lousy when you visit, and, there is bound to be a personal banking firm at every traffic light.

The man was sitting inside Cafe Felix on Bellevueplatz, staring out of the rain splattered window at the busy tram stop across the road. It was clear from his mannerisms that he was nervous. The elegance of the cafe, known for its famous sweeping staircase, didn't seem to interest him at all, as he picked at his apple strudel. It had been almost an hour since his companion had left, and she wasn't back yet. This was the part of the job that made him most nervous.

The woman was nervous too, but she hid it well. Dressed in an expensive Armani business suit and clutching an Hermes Chloe bag, she looked the part of an "executive assistant" that rich German tax evaders routinely sent across the border to "take care of business." Tapping her heels impatiently, she sat in the comfortable leather chair in a consultation room at Wineus, a private banking firm inside the same building where Cafe Felix was located.

Finally, the consultant reappeared. "Sorry it took so long, Madam. We had a small issue with the system, but it all checked out. The transfer was in your account. Net transfer was one million Euros, minus our 2% account transfer charge makes it 980,000."

He placed a brand new briefcase on the table and opened the clasps. "900,000 Euros in 50 and 100 Euro bills, as you requested."

"And.. the other arrangement?"

"All taken care of, Madam. 80,000 Euros transferred to the numbered account at UBS as you requested. Would you like to count the cash?"

"No, thank you. That won't be necessary. I have utmost confidence in your firm's ability to count out cash. I'll take the briefcase."

The consultant nodded. "Would you like us to arrange a security detail for you, Madam?"

"No, thank you. I have my own arrangements." The woman rose from the chair, closed the briefcase and picked it up. It was pleasingly heavy.

"One more detail, Madam. Do you wish to keep the account open?"

"No. Close it. I will open a new one if I need one."

"As you wish, Madam. Have a great day," wished the consultant as he accompanied her to the door.

The man sighed in relief as the petite woman walked in to the cafe and slid in to the chair opposite him. "Did everything go well?"

"Yes, as usual," Ingrid replied as she patted the briefcase on her lap. "This firm is very reliable and extremely discreet."

"Yeah, reliable. What I hate is that 10% account transfer charge. Bloody thieves. In Russia we would shoot those bastards."

"Yeah, yeah, in Russia you shoot everything, my darling. You are so hot blooded. That's what I like about you."

"You also like how I fuck you like the whore you are, don't you?" snarled the Russian.

Ingrid smiled. "Yes, my angry bear. That is the best part of the job. You know just how I like it."

"Yeah, we make the perfect team, don't we? A few more jobs and we can retire in Brazil."

Ingrid rolled her eyes in mock protest. "Retire? From a job that pays 150,000 for a 6 week assignment? That's way more than I would make in 5 years as a porn actress. When do you plan to grab the next one?"

"Ah, you are always the impatient one. We'll have to let Gennady have time re-route the servers and do all the changes to make things untraceable before we bring in a new guest. That guy is no good at raping sluts, but he is definitely an IT wizard."

"That brings me to the question. Why do you want that drunkard Vladimir to be part of the team? He isn't the best videographer in the world, and this time he almost blurted out things the cunt shouldn't need to know. He's a loose cannon, Alex. Especially when he is drunk, which is all the time."

"Hey, I told you before, Inge. Volodya and I go way back. He saved my life in Chechnya. This is not something we are going to discuss again."

"I know about that bit of history, my love. I know that is why you share me with him. If you feel so strongly about it, I won't bring this up anymore, OK? Now let's get across the border before it gets dark and the customs idiots wake up."

Hand in hand, carrying a briefcase full of cash, cum rag and the Russian walked down the street towards the Limmat river where the rain-dappled big black BMW 730 gleamed in the afternoon sun.

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Thank you to all my dedicated readers, who encouraged me to write this story. Special thanks to TheKidWithSkills and RainbowSky for the early encouragement (without which I would have given up after a few installments), to Steph7749 the annoying English bitch who patiently corrected my spelling and grammar long before she even had a getDare account (actually, getting that account is what made her annoying, come to think of it), and to SarahSarah for helping me decide on the ending (she was the only one other than I who knew about the twist in the end).

[boredgirl123]

Thank you very much for spending your time to write this amazing story, I enjoyed it a lot. So much so that i wish it would happen to me lol. Once again thank you very much.

[sarahsarah]

Thank you again for the great story. I don't often reply directly to these threads but very few stories on this site engage me to the extent of yours. It is incredibly well written and the erotic scenes are well constructed and a great turn on. The story and the evolution of her situation worked well and was somewhat believable in such an extreme scenario.

I still love the twist of the epilogue and I think it was very well done. I really hope you write the sequel you mentioned to me as I do believe that could be phenomenal if done well, and from what you've done so far, I don't see a reason why it wouldn't be.

Once again, well done and I hope to read more from you soon

[IceMaiden]

Loved this entire story, thank you for sharing.

[Cherry77]

You are a really good writer, I am loving this!

[Runesmith]

Thank you all for your comments. I am actually considering a sequel, but there is one plot angle that I still can't figure out to make it work.