"Sold" Ch.3 (f/m, femdom, slavery, humiliation) "SOLD" CHAPTER 3 Exactly three months after the abduction of Franz Kuntz, Nikki Yakomoto, a 43-year old Japanese author, landed in Rio de Janeiro. The last couple of months she had been collecting som extremely hard-to-get information about a bizarre and exclusive sex-resort right in the middle of the Brazilian jungle, guarded by a small and armed female militia. The work to gather the pieces had been very time-demanding and difficult, and would have been impossible without her unvaluable contacts around the world. Her husband and three children thought she had gone here to make some studies for her next novel. And that was partly true. Only, she hadnīt told them anything about the subject. What they didnīt know wouldnīt hurt them. At the hotel she took a shower and turned on the 28" TV. The room was ridiculously expensive, but being a successful, best-selling writer, she could afford the best. Nikki had a secret passion that nobody close to her, including her beloved husband, knew anything about. She opened a Japanese book with an ordinary cover, that didnīt give any hints about what the book actually contained. She went to chapter five, where she had last left off. It was about a group of slave traders in the jungle of Papua New Guinea, who had been captured by their "live stock". The book was so perverted and cruel that even Japan had banned it. But everything that had a market also had producers, and the book was available for everyone who knew where to look for it. Nikki loved the part where the village chiefīs fat wife, an impressive woman weighing more than 250 pounds, wrestled one of the terrified slave traders to the ground and slapped him in the face with her water melon-sized breasts, while four of her daughters held his arms and legs. Then she scraped most of the skin off his face. Their prisoner almost died of horror and pain during the torture, but remained conscious until the powerful woman pissed in his massacred face. Then his lights went out. Nikki ran her tongue over the red lips and spread her legs. She started caressing her soft and full breasts with the free hand, as she read about a young virgin whipping the life out of one of the other traders. "Serves them right, those stinking pigs!", Nikki whispered to herself, and sent her sensitive hand further down, to her thick, black bush. She stroke the pubic hair for a few minutes, then the swollen and wet lips, massaging them gently with a light touch. She was in no hurry. A slow, sensual foreplay in peace and harmony was always followed by a long series of wonderful explosions. She had taken masturbation into perfection, and sometimes she reached so high during her climax that she fainted. At 43 years of age, Nikki had never in her life looked better than she did now. The short and naked, pale-skinned woman staring back at her from the mirror was a delight to the eye. So, she wasnīt as firm as she had been 20 - 25 years ago. And her breasts were almost twice the size now, and hung down heavy instead of pointing out, as they had done earlier. But she fancied them better like this, mature and fully grown. She tickled her nipples with the fingertips and watched bemused how they filled with blood and stiffened. Her husband used to call them his "delicate raspberrys", and Nikki loved the comparison. He could spend more than half an hour kissing, licking and sucking her breasts, well aware of that it turned her on tremendously. But he didnīt know what she fantasized about behind her closed eyes, when he pleased her with his mouth. He didnīt know about the forbidden scenes that took place within her imagination when he ate her cunt. He called her sex "the most beautiful red rose on the planet". She turned around and watched her own ass. Touched the tasty and elastic buttocks, that still drew a great deal of attention, especially from young men and boys. Men at her own age tended to desire a lot younger flesh, her husband being a splendid exception to that rule. The phone rang. At last! The next morning she checked out of the hotel, and took a cab to the address sheīd been given over the phone last night. A smiling, bronze-shining lady in her early fifties led Nikki into a small, dark office on the third floor, where she was questioned again. It was their final check on her. Just to be absolutely sure she was a "safe guest". About four hours later, the jeep stopped at the last checkpoint. There were three armed women in green camouflage uniforms behind the gate. One of them spoke a few words with Nikkiīs driver, before they opened the gate and let them through. Nikki smiled at herself as they closed in on the jungle mansion. She was soaked in sweat and longed for a nice, cold shower. Her ass and thighs stuck to the hot leather seat. The jeep stirred up a cloud of dust behind them on the bumpy and narrow road. The mansion was enormous. Nikki had been expecting a large two-storey house, surrounded by steaming vegetation. This was awesome. She gulped in disbelief as she stepped out of the vehicle. It was like a medium-sized convention center right in the middle of the wild and threatening jungle. A tall black woman with a slender, well trained body and a marvellous pair of tits approached Nikki. She wore a white bodystocking with nothing beneath it, except for that breathtaking body. "Welcome to our resort, Nikki! Has the trip been comfortable?" Nikki just smiled. So did the other woman. "I guess youīre dying to take a shower, and have something to eat and drink. That will be arranged. My name is Tanya. If thereīs anything, and I mean anything, you want, donīt hesitate to let me know. I hope your stay here will be a pleasant one. It was for ten days, I understand." "Yes, thatīs right", Nikki answered. Tanya led her to her room on the ground floor, and then left her alone. Finally here, Nikki sighed and dropped the dirty, sweat-drenched clothes to the floor. She admired the room. Everything about it was first class. Well, it should be. She had spent a small fortune for her stay in this Utopia. Instead of hitting the shower, Nikki picked up the phone. "Yes, Miss Nikki?", answered a cool voice before she had even opened her mouth. "I want you to send me a slave who knows how to eat pussy." "They all do, Miss Nikki." "Well, send me the best there is." Nikki had had to undergo a thorough medical examination, to prove that she wasnīt a bearer of anything contagious, before she was allowed to come here. And she knew, from a reliable source, that the slaves were as clean as virgins. About thirty seconds after the phone call, there was a light knock on her door. Nikki let him in. He was pale and ordinary-looking, dressed in red shorts and a T-shirt of the same colour. About 22 years old, she guessed, and propably American. A blue-eyed tourist, trapped in something too big and powerful for him to handle. Tricked, fucked and sold, she thought. Just like that. She didnīt care about his past, and she didnīt care about his future. He was here to please her. Period! "When I was your age, you werenīt even born. Iīm gonna teach you a thing or two. Get down on your knees, slave!" He did so in less than a second. Without being told so, he started kissing and licking her sweaty feet. She lifted them, one at the time, to allow him to suck on her toes. It was a sweet sensation to feel his wet mouth around her dirty toes. Her small feet shone with his saliva, and the rush of blood to her breasts and groin made her dizzy. She felt the sensation of being in total control over the taller and stronger man. She picked up the filthy panties from the floor and stuffed them into his mouth, forcing him to taste the sweat from her ass and cunt. Nikkin enjoyed herself. This wasnīt just a kinky masturbation fantasy, it was all for real now. She laid down on the zebra-skin rug beside the giant bed and urged him: "Come, lick my pussy clean, you worthless dog! Make me fly like I have never flewn before... Take me to the highest mountain... and stick your fucking tongue into my beautiful cunt, and fuck it... Fuck it!" Her humble slave did as heīd been told. He licked and drank away the foul taste of the jeep ride, and stripped her down to her delicious and natural flavour. It took a while, but he got there. About two hours later, she laid totally exhausted on the rug, listening to the sound of the air conditioner and her own breathing. She told the slave to leave. Day one, she thought. And she hadnīt even started yet. Nikki Yakomoto smiled to herself. "Everything is possible!", she said out loud and went to the bathroom.