This is a story about two people trying to escape a sadistic Human Sex Trafficker.
There are some scenes of violence and non consensual sex. If you don't like this type of erotica please don't read it.
If you do like it, read on. Please enjoy and give feedback, as I am still writing later Chapters and as always I like to incorporate some of your suggestions for what will happen to the characters in to the story.
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Josh pulled back from the kiss and looked down at Katrina as she lay under him. Her long black hair spread out around her heart shaped face against the pink flowery duvet, the pale skin of her slim torso marred by a dark blue bruise on her upper arm, and the two red welts on her breast, and with shaking hands stroked her gently, as if she was made of glass.
"I'll never hurt you." he whispered.
"I know." she replied, her hand rising up from where it lay by her side to stroke his cheek, the stubble rough against her fingers. "I know."
Bending his head he kissed the tip of her breast before taking the hard dark nipple into his mouth and nibbling, hearing her gasp and arch her back, not in passion but as if in pain he Lifted his head, looking down at her with a quizzical look. "Did I hurt you?"
Smiling to reassure him she shook her head slightly, "No, it's just that I'm a little sore there still." Biting her lip, she tried to explain, watching his face for any revulsion, "he made me wear nipple clips, to cause me pain, tight and painful. My nipples are very sensitive."
Josh stared down, looking at the two small buds, and then to her beautiful hazel eyes. "Kat, are you sure you want to do this? After all you've been through. I'll understand if you want to stop."
"I want you to make love with me. I want to feel good about myself, knowing that I've chosen to make love and if it hurts me a little, I don't care, at least I'll know that any pain I feel will be made with care, and not deliberately."
Kissing her again, Josh's hands swept up her body, until his hands were behind her shoulders. Turning over onto his back he lifted her to lay over him, letting her have control, aware that she may need to feel that she had the freedom to move and do what ever she wanted.
Kat sat up, sitting astride his hips, her small hands lifted his tee shirt up and over his head, her fingers then sweeping over his chest, burying themselves into his wiry hair that was sprinkled across and down the centre of his tight muscular body, down past his navel to disappear under the blue denim of his jeans. Small sharp nails scrapped against his skin, rasping over his own small hard buds, the nerve endings jumping with pleasure, waves of hot tingling sensation assaulting his body.
Holding her around her waist his thumbs moved rubbing her the skin of her belly, as he looked up at her, her high firm breasts leaning forward as she lowered them down towards his mouth. Using his tongue he licked the rigid tip that she offered, careful not to hurt her, then seeing her head arch back, and pressing the breast deeper into his mouth, he took the end of her breast and suckled it, lathering the bud inside his mouth, causing her to moan in pleasure.
Cupping the other breast he gently squeezed, his thumb running over the other nipple, feeling it harden as Kat gasped, the pleasure and pain starting to mingle, to become one.
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While the two lovers lay upon the bed, learning about each others bodies, the young Polish girl lay on her naked belly on the floor, her leg pulled taut behind her attached to the metal bed frame, the long leather straps with the heavy cuffs in her outstretched arm, trying to catch the table leg and pull it towards her.
Her right arm ached from the effort and the metal around her ankle was rubbing her skin raw, but all she could think of was pulling the table close enough to get the small key and undo it to enable her to escape.
It was now dark in the attic room, with a slither of light coming through the small window. The window she knew was her exit from this nightmare to the outside world.
It had been many hours since she had heard any movement outside of the locked door and she was hungry and thirsty, but still she worked, continually throwing the long strip of leather to curl around the leg and pull it towards her, trying to get it to move. Sometimes it did, an inch or so, before the leather and cuff uncurled from around the leg until she managed to do it again and move it a fraction of an inch closer towards her.
Slowly the table was coming towards her, bit by bit, closer and closer. Hour after hour she worked, tired and scared. Her focus and resolve never wavering.
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Alexei and his men stood inside the farm house, searching for the girl and the bastard who helped her escape. Kicking over a chair, he stormed into the kitchen and sweeping his arm along the counter in a temper sent the plates and mugs sitting there to crash to the floor, before storming out and shouting to his men. "Burn the place down, flush the cunts out."
Striding outside, he watched as his men obeyed his instructions, hands on hips, legs spread out wide. If they didn't get out they would burn to death, and if they ran out he would get them.