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The first day of my vacation would show to be my last day as a free man.
Or so it seems. I´ve given up any hope of being released or rescued. My
ankles and wrists are sore and aching and I don´t even know what month it
is. I´ve got a foul taste in my mouth, and I shiver with fear every time I
hear steps in the stairs leading down to my dungeon, halfway to hell.

My name is Franz Kuntz, I´m a German national - you might have heard or
read about me. In the month of July, I vanished from the face of the earth,
during what was supposed to be a wonderful and well deserved vacation in
Brasil, after almost two years of constantly working overtime as a reporter
and editor at the local newspaper. I thought of myself as a free man,
recently divorced from my former classmate and lover, Jannike. We met at
the age of fourteen in school and had been a couple since then - a couple
of months short of fifteen years. Our marriage faded the last few years, so
we both agreed to go separate ways, still with a great respect for one
another - lovers turned into companions. And so we did.

At the age of twenty-nine, I still felt young and curious of life´s
mysterys. There was a world out there that I hadn´t seen much of. I decided
to start with south america - and only a short visit, since I had to be
back in the beginning of August to my ball and chain.
Everything was set up, and I didn´t bother to learn anything about the
country; I was going there as a tourist, so why should I waste my time
reading boring articles about agriculture and rural traditions and so on? I
know it´s pretty arrogant, but I´d taken some time off from being a nice
guy with a correct mind.

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I fell in love with the country right away, at the airport. It was my
first trip outside of Europe and just about everything seemed exotic. The
classy black, white, brown or bronze-colored women moved their bodies in a
different dimension than german women did. Every step of these ladies was
gracious, proud and... sexy. And, remember: I was still at the airport,
among business-people. I could only imagine how the more natural,
down-to-earth women in the real world would turn out to be.

And I got my share of that in the taxi to my hotel. I was stunned. OK,
it´s not that I haven´t seen beautiful females before. But never in my life
had I seen such an army of delicious, mindblowing creatures.
My hotel was located in the northern part of the town, within walking
distance from the beach, according to the tourist brochure. It wasn´t much,
but it was kinda charming and clean. And not so big. I hate enormous
buildings. The staff was casual and friendly as I signed in. My room was on
the ground level. Great! No stairs to climb, in case I got home awfully
drunk one night, I thought.

I showered, laid down naked on the bed and felt a rush of desire pumping
through my veins. A desire for hot, exotic food, cold beer and those
gorgeous felines that seemed to be everywhere. My penis started to grow and
rise. It´s swollen, purple head swayed gently over my stomach, reaching
almost nine inches from my groin. I decided not to waste any precious seed
here in solitude, so I got dressed and hit the streets.

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It was late in the afternoon. I had just finished a large, tasty meal and
ordered a second beer, when a company of three well-dressed and
good-looking middleaged women sat down at the table right in front of me.
They didn´t take any notice of my existence, so I studied them for a while
in secret.
The one facing me, about three meters away, had the darkest skin I´d ever
seen. She was strikingly beautiful and held her head high and proud. After
only five minutes or so, it was quite clear that she was the "leader" of
the three, the way she took command of the humorous discussion, and the way
the other two watched and talked to her.

She had large, brown, jewel-like eyes, with only a stain of cruelty in
them, and thick, sensual lips, painted with blood-red lipstick. Her curly
hair was held by a knot at the back of the head. She was dressed in a thin,
multi-coloured cotton dress that didn´t leave much for the imagination. Her
breasts were big and heavy, heaving majestically when she breathed. Her
dress revealed lots of naked flesh, including one third of her delicious
breasts. The nipples rose hard against the thin cotton. Her gracious legs
were crossed under the table. She wore pink, high-heeled shoes. A really
classy lady! 40 years old, I guessed, married to som successful, soon-to-be
very rich and powerful man who never settled for the second best.

I tried to imagine her in bed, soaked in sweat, moaning and charging, with
me kissing and licking her shining black skin all over that mature and
gorgeous body - and realized that I wasn´t just horny, I was getting drunk,
too.

Over my third beer I glanced at the one sitting on her left, from my point
of view. Possibly 43 years old, with skin that was lighter than mine. She
was pale and she was cold, or at least, that´s what I thought.
Sophisticated middleclass, no doubt. Dull sex with her fat husband once a
week. Or maybe not, I was usually wrong about people. She was good looking,
alright, but no knockout.
Everything about her looked normal - or a bit prettier than normal, but
nothing to remember her by, if you hadn´t seen her for a couple of years. A
charming smile once in a while, but no passion.

I turned my attention to the third woman. Her mouth ran all the time,
except when her dark friend opened her mouth to speak. Then she stopped,
even if she was in the middle of a sentence. As if she was afraid of her.
And a minute later they all laughed together. Strange.
Motor-mouth had light brown skin and huge breasts. She might have been 45,
or she might have been 50, it was hard to tell. As the other two, she was
well preserved and healthy-looking. Definitely sexier than the cold blond,
but way back in the shadow of the black beauty. Like her pale friend, she
was more or less commonly dressed, with ordinary brown sandals to go with
it. Propably divorced and looking for a stud at least twenty years younger
than herself. For a night or two.

I gave up my bizarre guessing game and turned my attention to the
streetlife outside of the window. The first day of my vacation, and I
deserved it. I was about to call the waiter, to get my bill, when I heard a
cool, deep voice from the other table:
"You look very lonely, mister." I blushed. The dark beauty walked towards
my table and sat down beside me.
"You do not mind, mister?" Her voice was hypnotic, spellbinding. The
smile didn´t leave her face as she lit a cigarette. I felt like a fool,
unable to say something that wouldn´t make me look even more stupid.
"No, of course not! Be my guest!"
"Your guest? You want take me to your place?" Still smiling. But was she
teasing me, or...
"No, I meant..." I tried to find the right words.
"No? You no want? You no like me, mister?"

So much for my guessing. A classy lady with a wealthy husband. Right. And
she turned out to be a hooker.
"Only joking, mister. I no bad woman. Have money. But you look very nice,
and I need practise english. I work in office, and need practice english,
please." She showed me a ring on her finger. "See, I married." I sighed in
relief and we laughed together. The ice was broken.
"I´m sorry, Mrs..."
"Mrs? You call me Rosita, please."
"OK, Rosita. I´m sorry. I was thinking about something else."
"Else? Is OK!"

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And so the conversation continued for a while. Her friends kept quiet in
the background, while me and Rosita had our first english-lesson. I tried
to explain that I wasn´t the perfect teacher, but she didn´t understand,
and that was fine by me. She smiled at me in a way that made me wonder how
much that wedding ring really meant to her. And after more than two hours
of chatting I was quite sure that tonight was going to be very special. But
I couldn´t even in my wildest fantasies imagine what I had coming to me.

The clerk at the reception just smiled at me when the four of us entered.
He handed me my key and checked out my company. I wondered what was in his
head at that moment. I had just agreed to show the women my room, and maybe
offer them some of the tax-free Vodka. There would be no sleazy group sex,
but how was he to know? And how was I to know that I was about to be
robbed, raped and sold as a slave?

Rosita´s two friends, Maria and Maria, found the Vodka-bottle, two cans of
Tonic-water and four glasses and mixed the drinks while I and Rosita
discussed the german pension system. I couldn´t wait for the other two to
leave, so that i could get to know her a bit better. Her eyes and her mouth
didn´t speak the same language, that´s for sure.

A few drinks later, Maria and Maria went to the bathroom together. And
that was what we both had been waiting for. We kissed with wide open
mouths, feeling out each others bodies with clumsy, drunken movements. Half
crazy by lust, I undressed her in a couple of seconds, and she laid naked
before me. I must´ve behaved like a horny teenager as I buried my head
between her legs and kissed her hairless, juicy cunt. I sucked and licked
the black and purple and pink flesh, and I didn´t care about anything else
in this world: disease, her friends in the bathroom, the fact that I was
propably acting like a worthless lover - I just couldn´t care.

She moaned and whispered sexy words in portuguese as I drank the love
juices that flowed freely from her beautiful sex. Dizzy with desire, I
started massaging her clit with my tongue. Her whole body was working its
way towards the climax. The black skin was shining with sweat. She dug her
fingernails into my shoulders. The sharp pain made me groan, but I
continued to take her all the way, like a humble servant.

When she reached the orgasm, she wrapped her legs around my neck and
started squeezing with tremendous power. She cut off the oxygen supply, and
I didn´t have the strength to part her legs. The last thing that went
through my head before everything went black was: -I´m being strangled by a
woman!

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. . . From a far distance I heard female voices in a strange language that
I didn´t understand. I felt hands all over my body, pushing and tearing off
my clothes. They turned me around and nailed me to the bed with the weight
of their bodies. Somebody sat on my head, pressing pressing my face down
into the soft pillow.

As I regained consciousness, I realized that they were about to tie my
hands behind the back. My efforts to break free were weak and useless. I
heard them laughing at me, scornful and cruel, and thought about all the
money and travelers cheques - close to a months salary, about to fly out of
the window.
I didn´t know that was the least of my concerns, how could I? They tied my
feet together with black leather straps and eased the pressure. My
capturers were all naked. It was the same women I had met at the
restaurant, yet three completely different persons. They were predators,
killers. I felt a cold wave of fear running through my helpless body.

Then, all of a sudden, the light brown Maria jumped me and slapped my face
several times before she spat me in the eyes. I felt my cock growing hard,
and before I knew it, she shoved it into her warm and wet cunt.
She taunted and hit me with closed fists in the face a couple of times as
she fucked me. The other two cheered her, as if they were watching some
street fight. My eyes filled with tears when one of the punches landed on
my nose. The moment later, the blond Maria was sitting on my face, ordering
me in a self-confident voice:
"Now, lick my ass, or you die!"
I hesitated for a second, disgusted but also at the same time horny as an
animal and scared half to death. I felt the pleasure of a soon-to-come
giant orgasm under the other Maria´s humping, and stretched out my tongue.

The blond Maria sighed loudly when I licked the crack of her ass. I was
like a slave, eager to satisfy his cruel master. I let the tongue run up
and down, up and down, light and slow at first, tickling her firm and
muscular anus, moistening it with my saliva.
The taste was bitter, but not very strong, and nowhere near as repulsive
as one might think. The darker Maria let out a shriek as she came on top of
me. Her blond friend gave me new directions:
"Fuck my asshole, and don´t stop before I tell you to!"

Without second thoughts, I penetrated her light-brown muscle with the tip
of my tongue. Bit by bit, I drove it further up, further into her tight
asshole. Then I exploded in a furious orgasm, shooting my sauce into Maria,
the rapist.
The blond Maria moaned as if in agony every time I buried my wet tongue in
her ass, and sighed every time I pulled it out.