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Chapter 5

Meanwhile, across town…

“Mmmgh! Nggh,” Jennifer screamed into his mouth as Mikhail Popov held her in a tight hug while kissing her. She struggled as much as possible, but that kiss got to her. “Mmmmm.”

One of the other men pulled the full-length zipper down on her designer dress. It opened like a book, giving him access to her body within. His hand were all over her pantyhose-sheathed butt, squeezing and caressing. Her back bowed, thrusting out her butt, when Mikhail slipped her tongue, starting to explore her mouth.

“Mmmgh!”

Mikhail finally released her lips, stepping back to rip her dress straight down. He left it on the ground between them. She wasn’t wearing a bra, since the dress had support built in. Jennifer frantically struggled against the handcuffs, desperate to get one of her slender wrists out of them. The men all stopped and stared. It took her a moment to realize she was bouncing her boobs all around, enticing them to even more salacious efforts.

“You’ll release me this instant if you know what’s good for you,” she hissed, stopping her struggles to pant furiously amidst her captors. “Do you know who I am? I’m Jennifer Jade, and I’m a big deal in this city.”

Mikhail palmed a large, firm tit. Her breath caught, baby blues huge as she studied his predatory face.

“My kind of big deal,” he said, using her words against her. He squeezed, sending a frighteningly wonderful sensation rippling deep into her core. His hand stroked down to the nipple, which he pinched and twisted.

“Aaaiiee! Stop hurting me!”

Instead, Mikhail backhanded the gorgeous billionairess. Her head snapped to the side, knees buckling. Two other slavers seized her arms, holding her up on rubbery legs. Then she was turned and rushed into the van. Mikhail remained out with the security guards.

She heard two gunshots, and then Mikhail got in back with her. The door slid shut, and they tore out of there. But that was the least of Jennifer’s concerns. The men that dragged her into the van were all over her, one claiming her lips, while the other fondled and sucked on her tits and nipples.

“Mmmm!” she scream into his mouth.

Jennifer wiggled, writhed, and bucked to no avail. Those evil men got everything they wanted from her. Then another hand was all over her butt, outside the pantyhose, but rubbing and squeezing her meaty butt cheeks, slipping down into her butt crack.

She screamed when that hand dug under her waistband, slipping down to get skin on skin with her butt before wiggling a finger up her butt hole.

“Hey!”

Mikhail watched with the cruelest eyes as the man kissing her got full control of her head and face, and slowly thrust his cock deep into her mouth. He pushed slow and steady until her lips were wrapped around his base, and the tip was pressed against the back of her throat.

“No gag reflex?” Mikhail asked, sitting up straighter. “What kind of cock gobbling whore are you?”

The man face-fucking her sat on the floor, leaning back against the rear doors. She was forced to her knees between his spread legs, his cock never coming out of her mouth. The evil bastard forced her up and down his  erection, while she wiggled and struggled against the handcuffs. Then he other man yanked her pantyhose down around her upper thighs, guided his dick to her pussy, and thrust up into her.

“Ugggh!”

“This rich whore is already wet and eager to play.”

Her eyes closed, insides all fluttery hot and tingly. Her cock-muffled protests faded away, replaced by soft grunts and moans as the two men reamed her out from both ends.

“Smile, Ms Jennifer Jade,” Mikhail said. “Your buyer, the man who is about to be your master, is watching this confirmation livestream.”

She cut her eyes over to him. He had his phone out recording the defilement. No. He said livestream? Someone was watching? Was it just that one man, or the world watching her having sex? Those terrible thoughts had a profound effect on her body, her libido.

A long, low groan bubbled up, even as she started sucking cock in earnest. Jennifer moaned and groaned, thoughts slowing, becoming fewer and farther apart.

“Mmmm.”

Her head bobbed, no longer forced by the man’s hands. Indeed, he had gathered up her long, silky black hair to hold up and out of her face so he and others could watch. She took him to the back of her throat every time, lips wrapped around his base. But as exciting and fun as that was, the other man fucking her doggie style was really starting to rock her world. Every deep thrust was accompanied with the slap of flesh. Every stroke sent waves of sexual stimulation, of pure glory, washing throughout her shapely body.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. Slurp. “Mmmmm.” Sluurrp. “Mmmm.”

The man she was sucking off laughed, staying something in Russian that sounded disrespectful, debasing even. She knew it was an insult, yet… Did it matter? She groaned as she went all the way down on him, and the other man pounded into her from behind. Then she felt it. That erotic change. That rush to climax.

Mind numbing pleasure erupted when she peaked. Her traitorous body convulsed, bucked, and pulsed with the most incredible sensations. Her skin tingled, and she struggled to hold a single thought.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed around his cock. “Oooooooo.”

Halfway through her orgasm, the dick in her mouth started spurting hot, viscous cum. She never thought about it. Jennifer swallowed over and over, taking every drop down. Then she licked his cock clean as the other man emptied his nuts deep inside her pussy.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned. Feeling satisfied and tired.

As they pulled out, two more slavers moved up close. She was forced to lay face up, back bowed above her handcuffed arms. One of the men straddled her face. Her eyes were huge, taking all of him in. That cock was enormous. But he tea-bagged her first, grinding his sweaty and hairy nuts against her upturned face.

Another man slipped between her spread legs, and quickly mounted her. He didn’t waste any time getting a good rhythm going, pounding her pussy hard and fast. Her eyes rolled up, insides on fire. He forced her to buck and writhe, everything inside melting.

That’s when the other man traced her full red lips with the tip of his dick, before she opened wide and took him in. He was much longer than the first man, so was soon forcing his way down her throat. Jennifer no longer had the mental or emotional wherewithal to resist. She accepted him into her throat, doing her best to get him off as quickly as possible.

“Mmmm.”

The human traffickers spit-roasted her for the longest time. Forcing Jennifer to climax seven times. But finally it was time for the man himself, the leader of the slavers sent to capture her. Mikhail straddled her lower chest, plopped his cock down between her tits, and then grabbed her boobs with both hands. He wrapped his erection in satiny smooth, yet firm titty flesh, and started thrusting. He humped her boobs. Mikhail Popov titty fucked Jennifer Jade as he stared down into her disbelieving eyes.

“You’re a sex slave, Jennifer,” Mikhail said. “And now you’ve vanished from the public eye. How quickly will the public forget you? I guarantee, you’ll be surprised how fast it is.”

The van slowed, then turned and slowed some more. They had arrived. Her heart rate quadrupled. Her fate was at hand. But first…

“You have the best tits, Jade,” he growled.

Mikhail’s head rolled back as he humped her boobs. He didn’t hold back. She just stared down and watched his cock appear and disappear between her tits. Over and over until creamy whiteness shot out and all over her face and neck. The Russian human trafficker laughed, used her long hair to clean off his dick, and rolled off her just after the van stopped.

The sliding door banged open. Four more men waited. They grabbed Jennifer, dragging her out of the van. Head still spinning, body throbbing with achy need and too many climaxes, she was fast-walked through several doors, down dimly lit corridors, and finally into a room with a large round, padded stage surrounded by seating. Everything but the was black, with the padded bedlike stage a red leather.

A porn movie was on the large TV mounted on the wall, with a large man fucking a woman doggie style.  The woman was a gorgeous blonde. She was completely nude, wrists bound to upper thighs and ankles hobbled. The man had her bent over atop the bed, just pulling his slimy cock out of her. His come flowed out behind him to pool on the sheet between her legs.

“Chekov,” she gasped without thinking.

Mikhail turned to regard her with some curiosity.

“You know who he is?”

Jennifer quickly recovered. “I do. I help poor women who are the victims of crime, including victims of human trafficking.”

He laughed. “Good. Good. That means you understand exactly what is happening to you.”

Chekov left the blonde panting and trembling atop the bed. Jennifer glanced at her, and then did a double take.

“Is that… Britannia?”