This story contains parts that indicate non-consensual sex, non-human relationship and subcategories of cuckolding. If you are offended by any of these subjects, please proceed at your own risk.
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A new lamb for the sacrifice
Michelle and her boyfriend Ryan had been enjoying their summer vacation in the majestic continent of Africa, and they were nearing to the end of their fun-filled and adventurous stay. As a way of celebrating their successful vacation, they decided to abandon the safety of the hotel and their guides to go for an independent adventure in to the African town's busy night life.
The town was full of adventuring tourists just like them, and soon, they felt safe enough to enjoy the hospitality of a very busy local pub. The atmosphere was completely different from the air-conditioned and posh pub of the hotel, and they really started to enjoy friendly interactions with the locals and the refreshing nocturnal winds coming straight from the open savanna.
It was then, the very friendly and charming looking old man had joined them with their celebration; soon, they were drinking together like they had known each other for years. When Michelle saw the first signs of intoxication from Ryan, she mentioned to him about going back to the hotel, but the old man kept persuading them celebrate more, saying that his driver was waiting outside with his vehicle, and he would give them a ride back to the hotel.
Between laughter and interesting conversations, out of many liquor bottles that had been ordered by the old man to their table, Michelle busied herself with her favorite Jack Daniels. The old man noticed this, and despite her efforts to keep herself from getting over-intoxicated, he made sure that she never saw the empty bottom of her glass.
Despite being a person who knew her limits with liquor, Michelle knew that her calculations had gone wrong when she started having hard time keeping her eyes open. She looked at Ryan to find that he had fallen asleep with a glass still in his hand, and with Ryan out of commission, she knew that she had to stay awake and make sure that both of them reach the hotel with the old man. But before she could look at the old man, her eyelids fell over her eyes, and she succumbed to the sleep inducing drug.
With a painful headache welcoming her in to consciousness, Michelle opened her eyes to find herself looking at a, painfully bright, neon light. She quickly closed her eyes to protect her over-sensitive eyes, and while groaning, she sat-up on the bed she was lying on, and shook her head to get rid of the grogginess that was resulted by the hang-over from the previous night's heavy drinking.
By habit, Michelle reached over with her left hand to find Ryan and found the edge of the bed; thinking that she had fallen asleep on the left side of the bed, she reached over to the other side with her right hand and instead of her boyfriend, she found the other edge of the bed. Knowing that they had a king-size bed in their hotel room, and figuring that the bed she was on was too small to be the one in hotel, she opened her eyes to check her surroundings.
From the first glance, it was obvious to Michelle that she was not in the hotel room; she was in a small room with two normal walls and two glass walls, and there were doors on each of the longer, glass and normal walls. She was sitting on a single-bed, and the room had an attached bathroom and a small table with a chair. She was puzzled by the strange room she woke up in, and she wondered what had happened after she fell asleep last night and what had happened to Ryan.
Everything was dark outside the long glass wall, and Michelle noticed that on the other side of the short glass wall, there was another room just like the one she was in. When she noticed a sleeping form on the bed of the other room, she realized that it was Ryan. Since there was no door connecting their rooms, she tried to tap on the thick glass while calling out to wake him up. Giving a hint of the deep sleep he was in, despite her efforts, she failed to bring out of his deep sleep.
Seeing the two doors in his room, Michelle figured that she should be able to reach his room by going through the doors in hers and his rooms. It was then, she found out that the two doors in her room were locked, and she felt the confusion in her mind change in to distress. She started to panic when she found that she was locked in, and she started to hit hard on the glass while screaming to wake up Ryan.
Thanks to Michelle's desperate efforts, Ryan finally started to come out of his deep slumber, and sat on the bed holding his aching head in his arms. When he noticed the strange surroundings and screaming Michelle on the other side of the glass wall, he sprung in to standing position and went over to the glass wall.
"Ryan! What's happening? I'm locked in this room," Michelle said from the other side of the glass. Fear was written all over her face and even her voice carried traces of it.
"I...I don't know," Ryan said, while still trying to shake away the grogginess out of his head.
"Let me try the doors," he said while going to the doors. As he found out that the doors in his room were also locked, panic started to creep in to his mind too. With the doors being made out of thick metal, and the glass walls being made out of some kind of thick, fire-proof looking material, he figured that, physical strength wasn't going to grant him freedom from that small room.
"I'm locked in too. Do you remember anything? All I remember is passing out while drinking with that old man Jackson," Ryan said after giving up his effort to escape the confinement.
"I passed out right after you too. Ryan, we are in trouble are we? Oh my god, we should have never left the hotel without the guide. Where do you think we are now?" Michelle said with distress.
"I hate to admit, but it does look like we are in trouble. Let's not panic and wait for whoever that is holding us here to contact us. Maybe we will be able to get out by giving some money," Ryan said while trying to look calm.
"Don't worry, everything will be alright, honey," he said to Michelle in a comforting manner.
"Hello!"
They both got startled by the sudden voice that came through the speakers on the ceiling.
"Welcome to my humble facility. Although it's a far-cry from my previous one, I hope you'll be satisfied with the accommodation."
"It's you! I recognize your voice. Jackson, what the fuck are you trying to pull off by keeping us locked in here?" Ryan shouted after realizing it was the same voice as the old man they met last night.
"I'm impressed that only after few words, you recognized my voice, but Jackson is not my real name. Well...how should I put this? You are my captives now, but I would like to consider you as my guests, rather than naming you as prisoners. As mannered guests, I expect you to behave according to my rules, or your partner will face dire consequences for your misbehaviors," the old man replied.
"We have money, we can give you any amount if you let us leave unharmed. I promise we will not go to authorities," Ryan said, trying to negotiate their freedom. He feared for Michelle, since even though the threat was made in a gentle manner, that calmness of his voice intensified its authenticity.
