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around his neck, smelling pricy cologne.  Odd for a captor in the middle of the woods, she thought.
    The masked leader addressed the blue-eyed man, “Lock her in the safe house.  The other girl will be moved...after one last pit stop.”
    Another captive?  Where will they move her?  What’s a pit stop?  Vicky silently wondered.  This is getting more real by the moment.  I’m starting to believe I’m actually a sex slave, she thought in nervous arousal.  No, it can’t be.  This has to be fake!
    “Yes, sir,” the blue-eyed man said.  He turned away from the leader, carrying Vicky towards a small, seedy cabin.
    Still groggy from the sedation gas, Vicky lay her head upon the strong man’s chest.  I wonder what he looks like under that mask, she thought.
    They arrived inside the dark cabin.  Spray paint covered the walls, five mattresses dotted the floor, and a toilet decorated the room’s center.  An exotic nude beauty was on a makeshift bed, her wrist cuffed to a floor chain.  The captive had mocha skin, thick curves, and dark hair.  She was Latina as her language soon proved.
    “Ayuda!” she shouted.  “Ayuda!”
    “What’s she saying?” Vicky asked.
    The blue-eyed man hesitated to speak.  After a few moments he whispered, “She’s begging for help.”
    Vicky gulped, seeing fear in the attractive girl’s eyes.  Carried-in by the blue-eyed man, the blond captive tightened her grip around his neck.  She didn’t want to let go.  He gently lay her down.   A chain was staked to the floor, cuffed at its free end.  He reached for it, asking, “Use the toilet before I chain you?”
    She stared over at the exposed toilet.  As much as she had to pee, she didn’t want to go in front of him.  “I’ll hold it.”
    “I understand,” he said, locking her wrist into captivity.
    Vicky lay her head down submissively, her golden blond hair spilled off the mattress.  She realized, those are the first words I’ve heard him speak.  His voice is as kind as his eyes.  “Can I ask you a question?”
    The blue-eyed man paused.  “You can ask...I just can’t answer,” he said regretfully.
    Ignoring his words, she said, “Is this part of the abduction fantasy I paid for?  This is fake right?  I mean...I’m not really a sex slave, am I?”
    He stood, ignoring her question.  Instead, he exited the shack.  The two girls were left alone, as the Latina begged Vicky, “ Ayuda!”
    The blond captive sighed, saying, “I need help as badly as you do.  What is this place?  Did you sign up for the abduction fantasy too?”
    “Qué?” the Latina responded.
    Realizing it was futile, Vicky tried to think of other things to ask.  Pointing at herself, she said, “Vicky.  Your name?” she asked, pointing at her fellow captive.
    Decoding the charade, the girl said, “Bonita.”
    Vicky smiled, “Very pretty.”
    “ Ayuda!” Bonita repeated.
    Not knowing how to respond, the curvy blond asked, “Where are we?”
    Bonita looked puzzled, frustrated.
    Thinking hard, Vicky pointed at herself, saying, “American.”  She pointed at Bonita, saying, “You?”
    “No.”
    “You don’t understand,” Vicky said in disappointment.
    “ Méxican,” Bonita said, pointing at herself.
    Vicky gasped deeply, realizing that she’d been in the trunk for a while.  Even worse, she’d been asleep for an unknown time, awaking in a different location.  Living in a border state already, she wondered, Could I be smuggled into another country, across the border?
    The door opened again.  A black man was brought in, accompanied by the masked leader.  Keeping his distance, the blue-eyed man kept his eyes on Vicky.  “Get your money’s worth...and let’s go,” the leader announced.
    Removing his clothes, the black customer was muscular and strong.  His long, thick cock was 10 inches.  Mrs. Lane tensed, quickly discovering the meaning of pit stop.  Wondering if she was about to be used, the dark skinned black