Kathy and I had slept for almost 14 hours after our on stage rape ordeal. When we awoke our bodies and especially our sexual areas were sore from the abuse inflicted and we both were distressed to feel the dried sperm around and the thick cum that still leaked from our pussy lips when we stood up. Like two zombies we hardly spoke as we went to the bathroom and took long showers. That helped, but the fact remained that we had been raped and were still held captive.
We both shuddered as the door opened and the black guy and the fat man walked in, followed by several others carrying trays of food. We were told to eat and started in on our plates as the two men talked. When we had finished the black guy spoke. "Well ladies, the negotiations were successful and your new owners will take possession tonight and move you to Mexico."
I couldn't believe my ears and I stammered, "New owners? Mexico? You can't do that to us. What about our families?" I said with panic in my voice, tears forming in my eyes.
He laughed, "We can and indeed have sold you. Families? I'm sorry, but your new life doesn't include families. There is, however, one thing that the owners asked and that is that both of you become addicted to drugs. That's easier than keeping you in chains and having to force you to perform each show, some of which are a bit, shall we say kinky. The sex shows in the small border towns are famous for their unique action. I'm sure you'll cooperate if it means that you get your next 'fix'."