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Holiday changes Sandra
Synopsis
Sandra and her husband decide to go on a summer holiday to Turkey, where the sun shines hard every day (40°C). But they take the wrong taxi and are both kidnapped to a deserted place in the woods. 10 days later, she will be transformed into a depraved slut doing what she is made for: being a whore. The gang lets them go home but life will never be the same…
Story
It’s over midnight. Sandra and her husband D. are sitting in the plane to Turkey. Married for somewhat more then a few weeks, they were looking forward to this holiday enormously. They will land at 2.00 am local time, and somewhere around four they should arrive in one of the most luxurious hotels of the region. Sunbathing, enjoying the buffets, maybe a jeep safari, it would be a nice calm vacation in the hot sun. When the got out of the plane, first thing that stroke them as the heat. It was well over midnight and still that warm?! The were slightly overdressed because of the big difference with their home country.
Sandra was about 1m70, with a slim figure. She was wearing wide white trousers with a rather close-fitting white t-shirt and a red pullover, not covering her 85B-cup completely. She has shoulder length hair, brown and wears a rather classic black shoe with a 4cm heel. Her husband, 1m90, wears dark sports shoes with a jeans and loose t-shirt and sweater. He has a rather athletic figure thanks to all the sport. They drag their two heavy suitcases and one rucksack out of the airport. Sandra always has trouble with the suitcases. As long as they can roll it’s ok, but they are to heavy for her. They look for a taxi, soon she would rest in the hotel room after a tiring travel, she thought to herself.
Before they got something in sight, there was a tall middle-aged man who approached them and offered them a ride. D. said ‘yes’ without a blink and gave him a suitcase. On top it seemed that this man drove with a rather new jeep, while the other taxi’s were old cars. “Seems like we are having luck”, Sandra said to her husband. “Yes”, he added, ‘we’ll be in paradise very soon!”. The suitcases and rucksack ware in the trunk, the front seats were separated from the back seat by bars. As a matter a fact, as soon as they drove closed Sandra’s door, they were in fact all locked up in a cage, ready to be transported. Unknowingly this off course, they tried to rest a little, which was very hard due to the excitement of almost arriving at their holiday resort. The ride was about one and a half hour, but they were a bit surprised when the driver suddenly got of the main road to turn into a rather narrow local road without any lights. “Isn’t this strange?”, Sandra asked. But her husband calmed her down and said: “Easy, he’ll know the right way…”
Suddenly, the car ran into a small gravel road, into the woods. Sandra was convinced something was not right, but couldn’t find hearing with her husband. She asked the driver: “Where are we going to, Mister?” The man responded in broken English. “Almost there, you’ll like it…” He added a word in Turkish but she couldn’t understand that. She didn’t like him very much either, she had noticed him watching at her in his mirror a lot so far. The car stopped and they saw a group of men, all dressed in black, come out of the wooded hills and run to the car. Before she had time to think what happened, the door of the car was opened and someone pulled her by the hair out of the car. She struggled but that didn’t help. Soon three man grabbed her and dragged her a few meters in the wood. It hurt, she couldn’t see much. There was only a weak bulb above her she noticed. One of the men but his boot on her belly and yelled at her: “Stay there bitch, on the ground where you belong! Don’t try to move or your husband here will not breathe much longer”. She saw him stand there, just two meters from her with his back against one of the largest trees, bound with a rope around his middle. A gun pointed at his head. She frantically screamed “No, no, don’t!!”
“What’s wrong slut? Will you behave like the slut you are and let him live? Will you act like we want you to an be a good little tramp?” She recognized the driver speaking this words. Sandra started whining and moaning. It was hard to speak with tears rolling down her cheeks in a constant flow. “Yes”, she cried in disbelief… She couldn’t believe what was happening. “What will you do to us?”
“Shut up” he silenced her and slapped her a few times across the face. It was the driver, he seemed to be in control of all this. “Rule one: you are a worthless peace of meat and we will use you that way. You are not allowed to speak or ask anything unless we order you to. Rule two: each order we give you, you will execute immediately or someone will get hurt. That someone can be you, most likely, but also him over there” Sandra saw him pointing as her man, in the meantime being tied up to the tree, with his back against it.
“On your knees, it’s time to prove us what you have already learned!” She slowly turned from laying on her back to her knees. “Now crawl to your husband over there and pull his pants down! You have got one minute to make him shoot in your mouth. Time starts when your lips touch his dick and stops when you crawl back to us and show us your mouth full of lovely sperm. Every ten seconds you are over your minute, you lose a piece of clothing!” She crawled towards the tree. “I can’t do that in one minute”, she thought. She never liked blow jobs anyway, often she only licked the side of his dick not taking it completely in her mouth. Then she felt someone grab her hair and make her move faster towards him. She moaned in pain, but maybe even more of the humiliating act that she was about to do. She was going to blow her man, with all of these men watching it. She hadn’t counted them yet, but it were surely seven. One of them had a camera she noticed. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down together with his shorts. They rested on his knees, his dick was small and it would take long time to make him come she thought. Surely because they had sex that afternoon before leaving, and she new that it always took al long time when they did it twice shortly after each other.
“Now, slut, take it all the way in and start working! I forget to mention: when you need more time then you have clothes to cover your meat, every second will be a punishment! Now start sucking slut, no hands allowed for this part! She took his cock in her mouth and started to shove it up and down fast. She thought of her clothes being removed if she was not fast enough, and the punishment… What would that be? At the time she began to get it erect, she heard one shout: ”One minute passed away, you are now trying to save your pants bitch!” And just a fraction later; “To bad, you have just lost your pants, hole!” Every ten seconds she heard him yell something, she knew what was going to happen after this terrible humiliation, they would take of her clothes. She also heard the rude talk in the background. That she was just a beginner, that they would have lots of work with her, that her ass looked fine when she was blowing, … They laughed when her husband was shaking his hips forward and backward a little: “He sure likes it!”, they said. Just a few seconds later he shot his load in her mouth. She took it all, and crawled back with open mouth to the men cheering. “Look, the bitch did it! Don’t swallow, just keep it in your mouth for a while! You have a very poor time slut: 3’55”. You just lost your right for clothes. Let’s see what you’ve got on that filthy body of yours! Don’t stand up and take off your shoes and pants”. Ass she just had an intention of getting up to fulfill this task, the biggest of the black men immediately added: “Get down, pets don’t stand up!”. She removed her shoes and shoved her pants down, revealing blue panties with lace. Once the shoes and pants were off, laying in the sand, they were taken and put in the barrel that was standing just few meters from her side. Sandra was moaning all the time, still crying. Her face looked a mess and some of the sperm dripped from her chin. She still was not allowed to swallow for which she didn’t care as she had never done that. But the taste in her mouth was filthy enough. “Show us your bra!” She removed the pull and top, going somewhat faster as she saw the knife pointing to her husbands dripping dick. She was now sitting in her underwear between a group of men, she still couldn’t believe it…
“Looks like our little slut wears underwear for the last time in her life! And by the way, that means you were wearing six pieces of clothing, your punishment will consist out of 115 blows on your entire body! Now show us what is underneath that underwear, you filthy piece of meat, and don’t try to hide it, leave your arms behind your body!” But before he was able to speak he went on: “Or even better, we will help you a little”, and the smallest of the men grabbed her arms and held them behind her back, pushing her front out forward. The driver approached and squeezed under her bra in her breast. More and more sperm mixed with saliva was dripping out of her mouth onto her naked breast. “Drooling like a hot dog, are we slut?” while they cut through the fabrics of her bra, exposing her naked breasts. Sandra continued pleading, even harder, and in front of her a man started pulling her panties till they were a small string parting her lips. Just a small cut was enough to make the panties disappear. All her clothes were in de barrel and one of the men took his lighter and made a nice fire of them.
“Bitches don’t wear jewelry”, the leader added. “Remove the watch, rings, earrings, etc. Where is your money slut?” The largest man pinched her nipple and dragged her to the suitcases while the took of her belongings making her ear bleed a little in the proces. The pain in her chest was enormous. Sometimes her husband takes the nipples but very soon she complains about the pain because she dislikes that. But never had he pinched it so hard as this strange man that she had never seen before just a while ago. She grabbed her purse and looked for he money. They always carry a lot of money when they depart on a trip because they don’t like to go to the bank that far from home. She takes out 800 euros. “Lay your money on the ground bitch! Swallow that sperm and ask us polite if you may pay us for learning you how to use that filthy body of you, whore. Pay us for filling your holes! She hesitated and started: “I….”. Wrong they sneered. “From now on your name is cunt, whore, slut, but certainly not ‘I’ “. Again!” With tears rolling again she said: “Please Sir, let me… pay …you …for showing me….. how to use my ….filthy…. body”. He nodded: “Take the money in your mouth without hands and say: ‘whore wants to pay sir, please use my holes’. She bent trough her arms and took the money in her mouth, and crawled to the man speaking to her: “Whore… wants to pay Sir… please use …all of my … holes”.
“On your back, spread those legs! Time for your punishment!” She saw her husband being pushed toward her, having no clothes on. She felt guilty of not paying attention on what was happening to him in the meanwhile. He was wearing his belt from his jeans, it was a black long belt of 4 cm wide. “25 on her pussy, as hard as you can! And you slut, keep them spread and count out loud. If you miss one or you say any other word, we start over again.” Smack, the first one landed right between her legs… “One” she cried. Smack. “Two”… After the strokes on her pussy they said: “Now the breast”. Her pussy was red and the inner thighs and lower belly had marks of visible misses. He had used enough of power, that’s for sure. Each hit left red mark. As she continued counting her breast hurt like hell, tears were rolling constantly. “On your knees, bitch, next 25 are for your arse, stick it out for us!” Her husband received a rod and stroke her 25 times more with it, leaving her with a dark red arse. Everything hurt. “Please stop”, she pleaded after the last one. “I will do what you want, but stop the beating”.
“Here’s an offer”, the driver said. “If you can make your friend here shoot again, we leave the rest. What do you think? Speak!?”
“I will try sir” and she started blowing. She could still taste the last drips of the previous time but didn’t care. “I forget to mention”, she heard, “while she felt another prick pushing versus her pussy. “This time we will participate, and Mohammed over there will take some nice pictures for the internet. We couldn’t leave you without a memory, can we?” As she finally succeeded, she had already felt three men filling her pussy. And each time one had cum, he pulled her hair and forced her mouth over his prick. “You clean up what is shoved in you, dirty slut. You like it, don’t you? It’s what you are made to, and from now on will do, get to like it if you don’t, it will become all the worse!” After she was done with her husband they took her in the mouth and in her pussy. When they all came, she could not tell if they shot one or more times, cum was dripping out of her mouth, hanging on her chin. Her inner thighs showed stripes of sperm going down, her public hair a mess…. Her upper and lower arms were bound together, her fingers got a lot of tape around them, leaving her with stumps. Her upper and lower leg were also bound together. “Follow us, crawling like the animal you are” and they went. In a glance she saw her man being dragged into the car. From time to time she felt a stroke on the sole of her feat, or on he back, to make her crawl faster. Her tits were swinging like crazy beneath her. Always there was one of them fondling her breast, or parting her lips, and than making her lick it. She heard them talking obscene talk over her body, mostly in English but also in Turkish. They would then all laugh so that se thought it was about her. “Good doggie, bark for us”, they said. And she barked… It was almost two miles to the camp, in the middle of the woods, where nobody knew it existed. It became already daylight when they arrived there. Her knees and elbows hurting like hell, she saw in the distance, a few of wooden houses. She could not tell what it was, bt she was quite sure she saw lots op people…
(to be continued)